The middle seat is occupied by Ryan (Matt Barr, redefining “bland”), a blond, bearded hunk with a perpetually dopey expression and a relatively limited vocabulary.įrom that moment forward, Kate and Meg are reduced to blithering, bickering nincompoops willing to smash their longtime friendship to smithereens in the name of scoring with this guy. (The “payoff” comes in the form of Meg belching again and again on the plane. So … Meg chugs down the whole bottle, as everyone in line looks on with amazement - I mean, utter amazement, as if Meg is guzzling a gallon of gasoline. When the women get to the TSA checkpoint, Meg is told she can’t keep her bottle of (PRODUCT PLACEMENT ALERT) Dr. Meg and Kate are best friends who have have suffered multiple personal setbacks recently, so Meg persuades Kate they should fly to Florida, self-medicate and forget all their troubles. Why not just call Kate “Kate,” or better yet, find a name other than “Kate” to avoid this problem altogether?Īnyway. Every time Kate’s character says, “Kate,” we’re reminded that’s her name in real life. Even the simple act of naming these characters is needlessly complicated and distracting. They deliver the kind of performances that would have casting directors at an open audition for a third-rate sitcom checking their phones and tapping their feet, waiting for them to stop reading so they can say, “Thank you, we’ll be in touch.” Daddario, but we can add “The Layover” to that list as well.Īll right, so we know Kate Upton and Alexandra Daddario aren’t exactly Tina Fey and Amy Poehler - but nothing can prepare one for how amateurish they are in this movie. “The Layover” is a would-be romp starring Kate Upton from “The Other Woman” and, um, the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, and Alexandra Daddario from “Baywatch” and “The House,” two of the most dreadful comedies of 2017 and also of all time.
I’d say it’s more like an excruciating, embarrassing, profoundly unfunny, poorly shot and astonishingly tone-deaf screech-fest featuring some of the least charismatic performances this side of one of those dreadful “reality” shows in which over-injected women always seem to be yelling at one another while pouring wine or throwing wine at one another. Enduring a layover at O’Hare International Airport in which you find yourself sitting on the floor near your gate, you’ve just spilled coffee on yourself, and your fellow stranded passengers include crying triplets, overserved rugby fans and a guy who has taken off his Crocs and his socks.Īh, not so fast! Before you choose Option B., allow me to tell you a few things about “The Layover.”.