'Invention of Lying': A Painful Cloying Claptrap

Can someone explain the appeal of Ricky Gervais to us?

The “Invention of Lying” was a noxiously sentimental and a goofy Hallmark-card of loathsome cuteness and painful music montages (who is this composer desperately jacking the Jon Brion-sound? It moves from homage to straight rip-off). This over-simplistic moronic claptrap — no one can lie! they all blurt out the truth all the time! ha ha ha! — it so cloyingly egregious is almost forces me to drop the The Playlist “we” conceit because there’s probably some of our writers out there that might disagree with me, but fuck it.

We’ve never outwardly detested Ricky Gervais, but some of us (me) did think the original U.K. “The Office,” was overrated and his shtick, we’ve come to realize is rather obnoxious and completely one-note. Do people find that thing sort of cute? We also cannot properly review this film without coming across as an even bigger assholes, so we’re not going to bother, but this saccharine, largely unfunny, reductive atheist comedy/romantic fairytale was painfully hamfisted, insulting to the intelligence and nauseating. Even Jim Carrey’s “Liar, Liar,” wasn’t as insufferable. We just can’t fathom how people like movies like this. No, this isn’t a proper review. It’s all we can bear to stomach. [F]