The movie doesn't suck but it is no big thrill either. American filmmakers are renowned storytellers and the Coen brothers have made some of the most original films around, but this time they have kind of robbed themselves of that by just choosing to retell the Ancient Greek poet Homer's Odyssey.

I'll be honest: it gets funny from time to time. But, man, is it predictable and falls into all manner of stereotypes. For starters, the setting is kind of corny: a kind of Bonnie-and-Clyde Southern style. The characters are running from the law to dig up a stash of stolen money, which doesn't exist, in a valley about to be flooded for a hydroelectric station.

The fugitives – really ugly ones, apart from Clooney's character – are on a journey full of bizarre and fun stuff. Of course, it all ends up OK. The most unusual thing about this film is that Clooney gave up his tussled hairstyle from ER for the gig and his character gets high on hair grease. Still interested? Read on.

The cons, chained together and on the run from the head hunters, have to overcome singing sirens washing dirty underwear, a quick radio career and phenomenal fame due to a song they used to sing in prison, a bank robbery by an emotionally unstable gangster (please!), a bible-selling highway robber (a.k.a. Cyclop) and a KKK gubernatorial candidate. They end up getting pardoned by the big-boned Mississippi big-boned governor – with an amazingly fat son – for singing the same song at the right time (during elections).

By the end of the movie, things seemed to change a bit, making me think that I had underestimated this flick, but it all got back on its predictable path very quickly. Of course the expected saving miracle came and there was a happy ending. But, wait, the Coen brothers didn't do it; it was that Greek guy Homer.

Don't go see this movie if excessive computer coloring doesn't exactly amuse you, but do go if you like underwater movies (there is a scene which will not disappoint). Good for a few laughs and smooching in the back seats, but if you miss it — no big deal.