Charlie Mortdecai is the British aristocrat with charismatic personality. Charlie suffers from a continuing lack of funding to support his rich lifestyle. After a while, Charlie meets Alistair Maitland, a university friend and an MI5 officer. Alistair asks him to find the stolen Goya, Charlie immediately and without discussion. But Charlie is not the only one who has designs on the historical painting and is trying to get it. There is an American girl wanting to get a painting. The secret in that painting is that rumors indicate that it contains a bank account symbol full of historical Nazi gold.
Mortdecai isn't particularly funny, but it's also not the Pistachio Disguisey 2015 train wreck the Internet has spent the last few months anticipating. It's brainless, but it's painless.
He's a character of a bygone age of literature and film plopped down into this time and place but with no realization that anything is different. All in all, you could certainly do a lot worse for a January release.
There's nothing worse than a film that's laughing at itself while the auditorium is silent, and while Mortdecai inspires a few chuckles, it never fully delivers.
The humour is puerile and idiotic, but you may laugh out loud in spite of yourself -- especially if you're familiar with the Carry On movies or the original Pink Panther.
With art-heist caper Mortdecai, Johnny Depp tries his darnedest to start a kooky Austin Powers-like franchise with a side of bumbling Insp. Clouseau. But dash it all if it isn't a crashing bore, old bean.
