I wanted to like this movie; honestly I did. I ignored the horrible film critic reviews and the lack of hype, sure that somewhere in the premise of this movie there would be a glimmer of interest, spark, or maybe even just a little bit of good acting. So... I took a risk and rented this movie.
Bad idea. Bad, bad idea. I don't know which I want back more: my $4 rental fee or my two hours.
The only, and I mean only, decent thing about this film is that you get to look at Luke Wilson for an extended period of time. Enjoy it, because if you make it to the end of the film, even his cuteness may not keep you from hating him for subjecting you to his aversive non-acting for so long.
Kate Hudson is also cute, in the puppy and kitty sense of the word, but she's also utterly forgettable. One word describes it best: bleh.
Don't get me started about the circa-1920 plot-within-a-plot, which is the only thing that could possibly be worse than the present-day part of the movie.
Of course, this is a romantic comedy, so somebody has to fall in love, but by the time you reach that obvious conclusion, you simply don't care. Don't worry, the characters don't act like they care either.
Few films inspire me to get on the Internet and write a scathing review, but if I can keep just one person from wasting their time and brain cells by watching this insipid flick, it'll be worth it.