Looks like we misstated this flick's name last time, leaving off the word "soup". Oh well.

(beat)

I began watching this one, coincidentally, while eating soup.

And? ...

And, I liked my soup, but thought very little of this movie's premise. I mean, come on! An off-the-street guy stumbling into a wonderful new stew recipe?

It could happen!

I doubt it! In fact, no, it couldn't happen!

How can you say that? After all, any stew is just almost a random mish-mash of vegetables and meat and chicken juice and spices, right?

I guess. But, what are the chances of someone getting the ingredient ratios so right that the taste is really good?

Not too great. But it might happen. Chicken juice is the great equalizer. And salt. So I am told.

But we haven't said a word about the acting in this film.

You want a word? I'll give you a word. Horrible! Not even bad, but worse than bad. Have you ever heard such lame foreign accents?

I did notice those. The Irish woman sounded like a chick from deep Alabama. And I don't mean the more refined part!

I didn't know there was a refined part of that state.

I think it's the part where they make Honda fenders.

Oh. Well, the accents not withstanding, the actors barely made me believe they had ever had any acting lessons.

Can we just say that NOBODY should even waste their time watching this one?

Let's say that.

Good.

Please be with us next time when we will discuss the new 007-ish film, "James Bond's Cousin".