Special Correspondents tells the story of a radio journalist and his technician get in over their heads when they hatch a scheme to fake their own kidnapping during a rebel uprising in South America and hide out in New York instead.
Let me just start off by saying that I never was a big fan of Ricky Gervais’ comedic work but not everyone can be a fan of everything. His previous attempts at making films like that of Ghost Town or The Invention of Lying are riddled with cliched characters and full of jokes that fall flat.
For his most recent outing in Special Correspondents, it was like Gervais just didn’t care and woke up one day to decide he was going to write a new screenplay before slapping this sloppy mess together. It seemed like it was written and given no second thought, approved by Netflix without properly looking into how awful the work actually was. The film is mediocre at best, watchable but something in the background as you cook dinner. It’s boring and unoriginal and his attempts to break from his almost entertaining work on television (aka The Office, which proves to be his only memorable piece of work) and bad jokes while hosting the Golden Globes. Special Correspondents just feels like the work of a man who has finally made it and now with too much money to actually care. It’s like he’s almost turning into a British reincarnation of Adam Sandler, churning out shells of the once great work of his past. The film is predictably forgettable and something that his earlier self would’ve loathed making.
And it seems like America Ferrera and her on screen husband were just being exploited for their heritage despite how much Ferrera fights for roles for Latina women in the industry that are more than what they’re stereotypically known for.
Don’t waste your time. Even if you have time to waste, keep it for another film that’s so horribly bad it’s laughable and you can actually squeeze some sort of entertainment out of it.