Honestly, Love, Actually was not a bad movie. Unfortunately, its success taught Hollywood a terrible lesson: Cram a crapload of stars into one flick, and the masses will pay to see it. Off course, by "masses," we mean women, because we're the ones these projects are aggressively marketed towards. After He's Just Not That Into You made $94 million by being tied to a holiday (Valentine's Day) in 2009, New Line Cinema — a division of Warner Brothers — decided to try and repeat the formula by creating a project called Valentine's Day. Stars signed on and then a plot was dreamed up, and when that "worked" — as in, people went to go see it — they decided to try again, this time with New Year's Eve. The problem, of course, is that these Love, Actually copycat movies — casting stunts pegged to holidays — are not good. They do not come from a writer aching to tell a well-crafted tale. They don't even come from a director longing to shoot something beautiful and meaningful. Instead of coming to the screen to tell a memorable story, they exist solely to extract money from your wallet. And today, New Year's Eve hits theaters, aiming to do just that. But be warned: Film critics (who are, after all, movie enthusiasts) feel that this thing is a steaming pile of shit.
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