Director:
Jean-Marie PoiréCámara:
Ueli SteigerMúsica:
John PowellReparto:
Jean Reno, Christian Clavier, Christina Applegate, Matt Ross, Bridgette Wilson, Tara Reid, Malcolm McDowell, Oliver Ford Davies, Danny Goldring (más)Sinopsis(1)
Thibault, un noble medieval francés y su prometida sufren un terrible contratiempo el mismo día de su boda. Desesperado y afligido, Thibault implora a un brujo que le administre la poción que permite viajar en el tiempo y así poder volver atrás para impedir la tragedia acaecida. Sin embargo, un pequeño error envía al enamorado aristócrata y su fiel escudero 800 años en el futuro... hasta el Chicago de nuestros días. (Manga Films S.L.)
(más)Reseñas (3)
Less humorous than the previous 2 installments of Just Visiting, but I still enjoyed it quite a bit. It falls a bit short of the original, though, of course.
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A terrible American remake of a fairly good comedy, where it's confirmed once again that when two do the same thing, it's not the same thing. The comedy is incredibly unfunny, and the only funny bits are the ones that were already seen in the French version. This is just a film made so Americans wouldn't have to read subtitles. There is no added value to it.
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The recycled plot of the original The Visitors is diluted so as to be planted in the commercial potential of abounding America, and the result is shapeless crap that has very little in common with the previous two films. Jean Reno in the role of Knight Thibault is but a shadow of the venerable Count de Montmirail, not to mention Clavier, in front of whose Andrew the famous Jacquouille would not even have farted contemptuously. Their mutual sparks are nowhere to be seen, the dialogues are faint, without wit, without pithiness. If I laughed, it was only during the poorly copied scenes from previous films and only in the first part of the film. The second part is a post-American mockery and is a mess, and the only thing it has in common with The Visitors are the poorly acted main characters. The spirit of the previous films is irretrievably lost - the editing, the dynamics of dialogues, the acting performances all don’t work... just nothing. Only a drop of nostalgia saves this comedy from trash, nostalgia which seizes me when I see Reno's face in his helmet...
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