Did someone say The Booty Hunter?
In an early scene in The Bounty Hunter, the desperately unfunny action-romance starring Jennifer Aniston's glutes and Gerard Butler's triceps, the camera trails Aniston's backside as in an extended doggy greeting.
Foreplay and foul play make strange bedfellows in this yawn about flirty ex-spouses ciphering the twin puzzles of their failed marriage and an unsolved murder. (Or was it suicide?)
While following a hot lead, Nicole (Aniston), crime reporter for the New York Daily News, misses a court date for a parking infraction. When the judge issues a bench warrant for her arrest, Milo (Butler), a former cop now in the employ of a bail bondsman, jumps at the chance to drag her to jail. Before he can, though, she drags him on a manhunt that takes them through New Jersey from Monmouth Park Racetrack to Atlantic City, where Nicole's debauched mom (the reliably funny Christine Baranski) works as a cabaret singer.
