The only redeeming quality about the most contrived movie with the most forced dialogue I’ve ever seen was Cleveland. That is, until it just began vomiting Cleveland references as to suggest the filmmakers couldn’t remember where they were. Watching Mischa Barton act is like watching a less animated Jack Skelington read cue cards.
Factual errors:
- Cleveland schools, they is poor. I doubt they have any Apple swag, and if they do, it’s not a $3,000 cinema display in a biology lab.
- The Peter B. Lewis building is home to the Weatherhead School of Management, not a science building.
I don’t think I would take such issue (it is just a movie after all) if it weren’t for the fact the filmmakers went out of their way to hit me over the head with Cleveland as much as possible (Great Lakes beer, Case Western, the Terminal Tower, Coventry road) only to be terribly inaccurate with it.
I can also tell you no one has an awesome hill-top view of the cityscape (which the movie cleverly exaggerates making our skyline look quite bigger) And pools in Cleveland, even in rich neighborhoods, aren’t prevalent. Lastly, no one says “Case Western Reserve University” except for the people answering the phone.
