Ticket to Paradise

Parker exacts serious performances from his stars, never winking and nodding to the audience or trying to be postmodern.

The gnawing arbitrariness of Ticket to Paradise cuts to the heart of why the Hollywood rom-com has been so deficient for so long, often turning to outrageously silly premises just to throw some obstacles in the way.

From Hawks to Ephron, the genre’s greats rooted their conflicts in differences of class or culture, a link to reality balancing out the glamour which Parker demonstrates no interest in pursuing.

Ticket to Paradise is more staycation than vacation, and as such it is equally as memorable.

You could feed a bot a steady diet of ’90s entries in this genre and it would spit out something approximating Ticket to Paradise.

George and Julia spark and sparkle, which is what the trailers promise, and it’s what the movie delivers.

While predictable by nature with character development issues throughout, Ticket to Paradise is a compelling romantic comedy worth a watch.

Is a silly romantic comedy the best place to employ the drastic, dramatic zooms that a drone allows? Not really.

Grant and Dunne&#59; Hudson and Day&#59; Hanks and Ryan&#59; Sandler and Barrymore (or even Sandler and Kevin James) -- any of these screen couplings could easily be inserted into the plug-and-play template of this pleasant if not particularly distinguished romcom.

It’s easy to pass off Ticket to Paradise as the quintessential airplane watch, something to put on to bide your time until you move on to bigger and better things but this ostensibly smooth, airy watch is the worst type of romantic comedy.