What a setup: Jack Nicholson is a billionaire Scrooge with terminal cancer, sharing a room in the oncology ward of his own hospital with auto mechanic Morgan Freemana family man endowed with all the kind, redemptive wisdom Freeman can bring to Justin Zackham’s hokey script. This being Oscar-coveting Hollywood claptrap, class barriers vanish as the two become best friends and Nicholson bankrolls a spree in which they indulge their deepest romantic whims: parachuting, car racing, and flying across the globe while sampling the emblems of the good life found in TV commercials. I don’t know if Rob Reiner is the one to blame for this atrocity, but he directed and coproduced. PG-13, 98 min. (JR)