The Netflix algorithm spits out another loser in My Place or Yours Your Place or Mine. The performances in this uninspired rom-com are spectacularly bad. Ashton Kutcher put less effort into this movie than James Franco did co-hosting the Oscars. Reese didn’t do much better - it felt like she was on “rom-com autopilot.” She hit the right notes but lacked that Sweet Home Alabama charm.
Ashton and Reese didn’t get much help from the writers. There’s a scene where Ashton - a recovering alcoholic - goes to a bar after arguing with Reese on the phone. At the bar, Ashton loudly says to no one, “I’d love some whiskey but I don’t drink anymore!”
In another scene, Reese’s son - played by Jimmy Kimmel’s nephew - is admitted to the hospital for a concussion. Three different actors mentioned a “hematoma,” but I swear none of them knew what a hematoma was. The dialogue felt unnatural and insincere.
I had to double-check the name of the movie three times while writing this review (I kept the strike-through for proof). Needless to say, the movie is forgettable. Skip it.
Critic's Corner
Reese's character first moved into her home in 2003 (its a plot point because that's where she first hooked up with Ashton). Ashton's home is new but the filmmaker emphasizes how it lacks personality. Despite the negative commentary, both homes are immaculate and nice.
How are their places though? Nice?