Tuesday, January 22, 2008


Released- January 18, 2008
Reviewed- January 18, 2008
Rated- B
If a chick flick befalls on the masses and nobody (not even the guys) is disappointed, does it still make for a chick flick? Fellas secure in their manhood asked a similarly profound question after enjoying 50 First Dates and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. This latest manhood-questioning laugher has lots in common with those female-friendly films besides numbers in the name. Star Katherine Heigl (Knocked Up) walks that likeable walk Kate Hudson and Drew Barrymore have become famous for. And while you’d happily take any of them to mom’s house for dinner, none are of that drop-dead gorgeous mold Hollywood loves so. This time around Heigl is the super-organized, hopeless romantic Jane, a CEO’s assistant at an REI-like outfitter. She’s got the hots for her eco-cutie of a boss (Edward Burns) but like with most things in her life, can’t find the guts to say how she feels. One night at a party, however, the perfect moment presents itself. Jane’s dream guy is at the bar. She takes a deep breath and walks in his direction. Just as she’s making her final approach, Jane’s visiting sister (Malin Akerman) swoops in and beats her to the hunk. On the outside, Jane appears happy for the couple’s courtship and fast engagement, but deep down she’s torn apart by it all. Still, like any good sis, she plans the wedding’s every detail, from the cake to the toasts. Amazingly, 26 times before, she’s been asked to do the same thing for friends. (Two of those occasions happen on the same night in the movie; watching Heigl hightail it to both on-screen is a blast.) James Marsden plays Kevin, a New York Journal weddings section writer assigned to do a story on the upcoming nuptials. He’s a marriage-hating cynic, but he’s got sparkling eyes and a decent reason for being so gloom. Kevin and Jane are worlds apart on matters of the heart, but you just know director Anne Fletcher’s gonna come up with cute ways to have their Rolodexes meet. Chuckle-inducing lines are showered about Aline Brosh McKenna’s (The Devil Wears Prada) script. Pacing is fluid and upbeat. Men will have so much fun that, by the time the last bride makes her predictable walk down the aisle, they’ll need a Kleenex or two—not to collect their joyous tears but to shield the approving smiles on their faces from their significant others. -DW

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