If you're looking for something silly, corny, retro and absolutely brainless to do with a couple of hours, this is your movie. Suspend all belief, all common sense and above all, all your knowledge of Rock Hudson and Doris Day, and sit back and enjoy the gosh-darn-awful sixties cars, decor and fully loaded bachelor pads, and the knock-your-eyes-out women's fashion.
Renee Zellweger gives her facial muscles a work-out playing Barbara Novak, author of a new best selling self help book, for women, with the catchy title of the movie. Ewan McGregor plays Catcher Block, ladies man above all ladies men, hot shot expose journalist, who's out to prove Barbara wrong at all costs. Sarah Paulson is Barbara's pushy yet effective editor Vikki Hiller, and David Hyde Pierce recreates his Frazier character Niles all over again as Peter MacMannus, Catcher's neurotic editor.
Ewan McGregor plays a perfect sleaze-ball, but the scenes where he took off his shirt had me in fits of laughter over his total lack of tone. Unevenly growing body hair and scrawny frames may have been fashionable then, and may even excite some people now, but this girl prefers firm meat on the bones. (Hellooooo Will Smith in I, Robot)
Intentionally over-acted, perpetually silly and well seeded with funny bits, this movie had me chuckling in places, even though I had trouble swallowing the longest twist in the history of movies near the end.
It's more a 3.5 star movie, but for those grand entrances by Barbara Novak and Vikki Hiller, and that last sing and dance number, I'm prepared to round upwards.
Amanda Richards, April 22, 2005