I don't know how I got the impression that this was supposed to be a reasonably charming romantic comedy. When the technician at the blood bank offered me the list of new movies from which to choose a distraction from the impending 2 hours of slightly queasy platelet donation, I saw the title and thought, "Alex and Emma. Luke Wilson and Kate Hudson. Just the frothy, pink thing to take my mind off of needles and blood and the scent of rubbing alcohol." WRONG-O! Fifteen minutes in and I felt like opening my jugular and just having done with it. This movie is not charming, even in a saccharine way. It is not charming even in an it-means-well way. It is not charming, even when you factor in Luke Wilson's charmingly asymmetrical grin. I have a high tolerance for romantic cheese, but this isn't even Cheez-Whiz quality.
Queasier and queasier. Life is too precious for this kind of drivel (as anyone in a hospital would tell you).
Queasier and queasier. Life is too precious for this kind of drivel (as anyone in a hospital would tell you).