Director Garry Marshall called in all his celebrity favors for his Valentine’s Day follow-up, New Year’s Eve. Despite the star power, the film barely raises above serviceable. The script is tired and so are some of the performances. Most of the LA based talent probably should have cut back on the bronzer before heading east. New Yorkers just aren’t that tan in January. There are some tender and wacky moments and its fun trying to guess who the next famous cameo will be. But after confetti is swept away, what remains is a disappointing “it should have been better” hangover.
