Despite its appealing leads, Will Gluck's romcom is too generic to stand out.

I'm pretty vibes-based, and I think the vibes in this movie are just super unpleasant and sour. I never liked either of these people.

The two stars are easy on the eyes and, on a scene-by-scene basis, as charming as you want from a big jar of marshmallow fluff.

The inane plot seems less important than Sweeney’s bulging breasts, Powell’s rippling six-pack, and his bare buttocks — all of which appear so frequently they should be insured like David Beckham’s legs, Gordon Ramsay’s tongue and Nick Cannon’s testicles.