Drenched in schmaltz and oozing with saccharine sweetness, Hanks and Ryan squeeze every last drop of cornball sentimentality out of the script, but -- despite all the puff about their on-screen chemistry -- fail to ignite many sparks.
I originally saw this on TV a long time ago. It wasn't laced with profanity and vulgar at times like this. It's sweet at times, but that really doesn't balance out the negative aspects of it. It's too bad that what could be a good movie is largely spoiled by unnecessary crudeness. Not recommended.
I guess by today's standards it's a bit slow, but it's a great movie. Makes one think about how you live your life. Oh and the value of quality luggage.
[Philip Seymour Hoffman's] rumpled, cranky spy is hilarious--George Smiley by way of Jack Black--but with an edge of quiet ferocity that makes every scene he's in play a little sharper.
As I was waiting in line at the Customer Service desk, I noticed on my iPad that the pick-up time began at 10 am. This is very important! I arrived before 10 am, and the Customer Service Department was in shambles! Carts full of returned items made it nearly impossible for the employees to get around. The employees did not appear to know what to do. Nothing in the Customer Service Department was organized, and the employees appeared to be totally incompetent and/or untrained. This particular store needs help!!!