Meanwhile, man child Jack (Kutcher, also playing a blown-up version of himself) shirks responsibility and commitment, getting fired from his job by his daddy boss. She's a structured Wall Street drone who decides to head to Vegas with bitter friend Tipper (Lake Bell) to prove she can let lose and be spontaneous after getting dumped by her fiancé.
Diaz plays Joy, her own persona magnified-like the entire movie-to the Nth degree (it's a name I imagine she was given simply so Ashton Kutcher could utter the line: "She's awfully hostile for a girl named Joy" ).
The movie was officially dead to this reviewer, making it impossible for me to care one ounce for the last half hour, when some actual humanity enters the story and performances (as Benatar would sing, a little too late!). After enduring 50 minutes of shouting and pitiful posing by the detestable characters in What Happens in Vegas-a lazy and uninspiring effort, as tired as the overused slogan the city long abandoned in favor of a fresh alternative-I finally snapped when Cameron Diaz had the nerve to "sing" a Pat Benatar classic in the bathtub: "Blah blah blah blah blah, hit me with your best shot, fire away!" Smirk and overact all you want, but butcher the Queen of Rock?! Oh no she di-int!
"I'm not buying any of the BS you two are selling today."
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