Perhaps it was because my expectations for Sandra Bullock’s latest were greatly diminished by rumors of sheer awfulness, but I found myself actually enjoying the lunacy of the film’s ridiculously off-kilter romantic comedy, which throws all caution to the wind and dives headfirst into utterly nonsensical screwball slapstick about misplaced romantic obsession. If it didn’t come from a major studio, I would think the film is a satire of romantic comedies, or at least some kind of avant-garde experiment in testing the limits of audience identification. (Hollywood Jewel 16, Waco, TX)