The best character in this movie is a ball.
There. That pretty much sums it up.
OK, I'll tell you a bit more. Tom Hanks is some work-obsessed jobsworth postal worker guy who MUST deliver all his packages in record time (clearly a work of complete fiction), and, oh-ho - in one of life's little ironies, he gets trapped on a desert island.
Now, the thought of Tom Hanks running around in little more than a loin cloth for more than an hour wasn't exactly appealing to me either, but I stuck with it. I really wish I hadn't.
The stuff on the island is decent enough, but then of course ol' Tom goes nuts. He finds a football washed up on shore and it becomes his best friend. He paints a face on it, gives it a name and has full blown conversations with it.
But then, the really annoying part? When he gets OFF the island, all traces, every single one, of madness are gone. He becomes a fully functioning human being again. So, er, what was the POINT OF THE WHOLE MOVIE THEN?????
A waste of time. And not even a GOOD waste of time.
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