Mr. & Mrs. Smith
(2005)
Dir: Doug Liman
Look at the pretty people! Look at them kiss and drink tequila in the rain! Look at them killing bad guys! Look at them shooting guns at each other! Look at them actually develop strong chemistry in a movie that somehow does not suck. It almost seems too weird to be true: the two most prettiest kids in school teaming up to make a bona fide summer blockbuster! And a breakneck, spy thriller of all things; lordy, fetch me some water. We’re talking action extravaganza with the two hotties playing a husband and wife who are trying to rub one another out (and off). Realize that I am about to veer slightly off course here. On imdb.com they have all sorts of trivia and shit about movies, actors directors, DOP’s; everything. On the Mr. & Mrs. Smith page there's a list of goofs in the movie that range from startling to absurd.
Startling:
During the mini-van chase sequence, which is supposed to take place in suburban New York, a huge road sign saying "Los Angeles - City Limit" can be seen in one shot.
Egad!
Even more startling:
John Smith drives up to his house, after realizing his wife is an assassin, in the limo he doesn't steal until the next day. & When Mr. and Mrs. Smith both find out they are assassins, Mrs. Smith tries to run over Mr. Smith with her Mercedes, the car ends up crashing into a ditch with Mr. Smith inside. Later in the film, Mrs. Smith is seen driving the same Mercedes with not a scratch on it.
What the fuck. Did I make this movie or something? Was I drunk?
Now, absurd:
After John Smith fires the bazooka at Jane Smith's hideout, Jane's laptop gets partially damaged, but when John examines the laptop, it's totally destroyed.
Maybe it’s just that word bazooka is really silly looking, but I think what’s funny is that Mr. Smith is firing one at Mrs. Smith. A bazooka! What is this sixth grade?
These couple of goofs are just stupid:
When John is trying to get into the poker game, the money in his hands changes hands between shots. & When John is trying to enter the house, he breaks the window, but the break is too small for his hand. However in the next shot the break is big enough for his hand.
Booring. Let’s have some more fuck ups involving bazookas on set. Right away! Liman, put more goddamned bourbon in this latte you fucking twit! And I said bazookas, not sissy-ass grenade launchers, people! You two! Quit gazing at one another, it’s time to make some damn magic.
