That story of ambition and hope for fame and fortune when Brian Gilchrist began his life by aspiring to wear military uniform, but he knew that the billionaires took power in 2008. After a while Brian left the army and took another job entirely as a contractor working for Carson Welch. Brian became an obsessed man in Kabul, but returned to Hawaii to become a famous military contractor to the site of his greatest professional career, the US space program in Hawaii. Brian has begun to restore the relationship with love for a long time, but it looks different when there is a clash for the Air Force watchdog that has been allocated to him.
It's hard to know what anybody involved in this misbegotten mash-up was thinking, other than 'Hey! The shooting location's in Hawaii!' (The state looks beautiful here, but that's a bit like saying Sharon Stone was attractive in Basic Instinct 2.)
Half the time while watching Aloha, I had no clue what was going on. Not so much the plot -- although I was admittedly a bit muddled on that, too -- but why anyone acted the way they did.
Even if this were well made in a technical sense, it would still be a weird heap of patriotism, astronomy, and Hawaiian folklore, piled atop a pat and predictable love story.
A curious twist on the body swap comedy, with its talented creator and stars ostensibly pulling a switcheroo with a group of exponentially less talented people.
Filmmaker Cameron Crowe can't catch a break with Aloha, a Hawaii-set romcom that is a handful of stories struggling for a unifying tone, but is nowhere near as toxic as its advance buzz.
It seems less that Crowe's gifts have escaped him than that they've become disproportionate with his excesses, and we're less forgiving of those trespasses.