Boo hiss, Universal
I went to see Couples [sic] Retreat this weekend. A research project.
I’d hoped to see 4 couples (gorgeous girls curiously married to guys way out of their league) fleeing backwards for 2 hours. Nonstop withdrawal from Place A to Place B. It mattered to me dearly. I needed them to run for their lives in hasty, panicked, flat-out retreat.
$12.95 wasted, nobody did any such thing.
Instead, the characters went on a retreat. Took a couples’ retreat.
And while the packed theatre suffered their long-winded antics and mediocre slapstick – we mutually hated this film for one reason above all others.
Where was the goddamned apostrophe?
Retreat. Noun. Requiring of an apostrophe when someone takes one. When they take possession of it. (REMEMBER THIRD GRADE?)
How did yet another movie poster depart on a print run of hundreds of thousands of copies without anyone noticing?
Agreed – this movie caters to the “Morons, Illiterates and Meatheads” demographic — but smart people get bored on a rainy Vancouver night, too!
Lynne Truss, come back from Africa now, the Western world needs you!
Yeah, but couldn’t it be read as “A retreat where there are couples” — making the apostrophe unnecessary — rather than “A retreat of couples,” which would require the apostrophe?
So I was hoping! Yet (the very lost?) Jeno Reno made sure all were aware he’d designed said retreat specifically for them – spirit animals and all.
As I said – research project. Bleh!