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May 2007


By Kam Williams


Actors: Diane Keaton, Mandy Moore, Gabriel Macht, Tom Everett Scott, Lauren Graham, Piper Perabo
Director: Michael Lehmann
Format: AC-3, Color, Dolby, DVD-Video, Subtitled, Widescreen, NTSC
Language: English
Aspect Ratio: 1.85:1
Number of discs: 1
Rating: Rated PG-13 for sexuality, partial nudity, and mature themes
Studio: Universal Studios
DVD Release Date: May 8, 2007
Run Time: 102 minutes
DVD Extras: A music video, and “The Making of” plus another featurette


Disappointing Diane Keaton Comedy Due on DVD

This flick is fairly annoying from start to finish, primarily because Diane Keaton is still relying on that ever less-endearing assortment of addlepated antics which won her an Academy Award for Annie Hall back in 1978. Now that she’s in her sixties, that girlish flustered act is wearing a bit thin. And having her parade her around in panties and crinoline party skirts isn’t fooling anybody into thinking she’s a teenager, either.

The story is set in present-day L.A., where we find Daphne (Keaton) intent on marrying-off her baby, Milly (Mandy Moore), because she doesn’t want the unlucky-in-love gourmet caterer to end up a lonely spinster. So, this helicopter mom does what any sensible, sitcom parent would do, secretly place an ad in an online dating service under the heading, “Mother Seeking Life-Partner for Daughter.” Then, after culling through countless losers, she conducts a series of speed interviews with 17 candidates at a nearby restaurant.

In the midst of that zany madness, Johnny (Gabriel Macht), a guitarist performing with the house band, saunters over to flirt with the sexy senior citizen between sets. What daft Daphne doesn’t realize as she gives him short shrift is that while he might be too young for her, he’d make the perfect Vanilli for Milly.

This means that the audience has to suffer through Milly being mismatched until she finally figures out that Johnny is her lovemate. This familiar formula might have worked were it not for Ms. Keaton’s infuriating dumbing herself down and mugging for the camera in a desperate attempt to prove she’s terminally-cute in a pre-feminist fashion.

An insipid insult to the intelligence.