If I found out that my lover’s wife was pregnant on the same day that my goldfish died, I might just become suicidal too.
…And a suicidal woman is exactly the best person for a bank robber to choose as a hostage, right? If you love wacky hijinks, it is! Okay, the hijinks aren’t exactly wacky in this film, but they’re somewhat interesting. I was hoping to get my insomnia cured, but nope, I was up until 4:00 in the morning watching the end.
Selma Blair isn’t nearly as obnoxious as she is in every other film that she’s been in. (Cruel Intentions, anyone?) She’s not a likable character at all, until a “startling revelation” is made about the true nature of her depression. Oh no! How tragic! At that point, you just roll your eyes and wait for the credits.
For some reason, there are weird special effects interspersed into the edits. A few Infrared shots do not an interesting movie make. Same goes for reverse chronology. Why do I keep watching craptastic Indie flicks? I’m really starting to hate the Indie label…
It wasn’t a horrible film and it wasn’t even boring. It was as cute a Romantic Comedy as I could probably stand without puking. The low rating is owed entirely to the ending. The ending was a total bullshit Hollywood Happy EndingTM. I fucking hate that shit. Rio de Janeiro, my ass.