Forget trying to keep up with the Joneses - just avoid them like the damn plague.
Successful, suave and stupendously sexy, the new arrivals begin to make waves in the neighbourhood - but Karen and Jeff suspect that there is more to the ravishing duo than first meets the eye. As it turns out, Natalie and Tim are spies lurking undercover - and now Karen and Jeff are caught up in their latest conspiracy.
At first glance, Keeping Up with the Joneses looks like a fun time at the movies. You've got a cool premise, a decent cast and the director of riotous and risqué comedies like Superbad. The ingredients are all there ready to get mixed together into a goofy screwball spy comedy akin to Mr and Mrs Smith.
The script can be broken into two action set pieces (a car chase and a shootout) with all manner of boring crap filling the void in between. There are no twists or surprises. The conclusion just arrives, practically without incident or excitement. The pacing is awful, the dialogue is uninspired and the direction is lazy.
And the cast? Wasted. Poor Jon Hamm! Going from Mad Men to this is like leaving your dream job and being forced to wait tables. Fisher showcases some amusing physical comedy (the one positive I can wring from the film) whilst Galifianakis doesn't illicit a single chuckle. Gadot is oversexualised, wearing nothing but lingerie in one lengthy scene just so something of relative interest can be sprinkled into the marketing material.
The Verdict: 2/10
Keeping Up with the Joneses is in cinemas across Australia now