Sandra Bullock is Loretta Sage, a romance novelist who hates her own franchise. Trapped into promoting the latest iteration with the book’s buff cover model, Alan Caprison, (an unpresuming Channing Tatum), hell on earth seems very much like a real concept. However, things are about to get much much worse. Kidnapped by the rent-an-accent villain that is Abigail Fairfax (as played by Daniel Radcliffe) it seems that he believes that she knows the location of some mystical treasure that is worth killing for. Channing Tatum’s Alan mounts a rescue mission and then… lots of the inevitable stuff happens as The Lost City twists its own high heels in the jungle.
The Lost City will easily appeal to those who want to pick leeches off Channing Tatum’s naked butt.
Yes. It really is that disappointing.
You know that film that you were hoping was going to surprise you with a great mixture of action and humour? Well, let’s just say that The Lost City is a movie that keeps those treasures well and truly hidden.
Opening to the strains of Spandau Ballet and hissing snakes, this reheated adventure comedy predictably wears its influences on its electric pink jumpsuit. Sandra Bullock can’t sit still in any chair that she’s offered. Daniel Radcliffe is asked to over enunciate every line he gets because his Abigail Fairfax is bad, rich and British and Brad Pitt appears fleetingly for the namecheck / paycheque. That said, whilst Loretta’s entourage flaps around her like she’s on fire – or such that they wish her career would be – Channing Tatum fairs the best with a stereotype who can’t adequately articulate his amorous feelings for her.
So, let’s be clear. This is undemanding stuff of the lowest order that will easily appeal to those in the audience who want to pick leeches off Channing Tatum’s naked butt – and yes – this movie will go there for you. Sadly though, if you came looking for an updated version of 1984’s Romancing The Stone, coupled with some sly nods from Raiders of The Lost Ark, then this movie is not “the real Joan Wilder”.
Unfortunately, in the realms of romantic fiction being the basis for a good situation comedy, you can comfortably mark up The Lost City as another squabble through the jungle gone woefully awry.