Gerard Butler is supposed to be a movie star. The camera loves him, he’s got a great head of hair and he comes off like someone you might actually want to watch on the big screen for 90 minutes.
The only thing standing in his way seems to be his actual films; after sitting through the likes of “The Ugly Truth,” “Chasing Mavericks,” “The Bounty Hunter” and “Law Abiding Citizen,” I began formulating conspiracy theories involving a shadowy cabal of Hollywood suits who were determined to destroy his career after Butler flirted with some studio head’s wife at a party or cut someone off at the valet stand at a Beverly Hills bistro.