She’s a buttoned-down stockbroker, he’s a charming slob. They hook up in Vegas, get hitched in a drunken haze and return to New York where a sardonic judge (Dennis Miller, of course) sentences them to six months of marriage in order to qualify for divorce and a share of their slot machine winnings. Did I mention the $3,000,000 jackpot?
It hardly seems to matter that the screenplay comes from the same hand (Dana Fox) that unfairly lobbed The Wedding Date at us. Watching Cameron Diaz work a stupid gag about leaving the toilet seat up is like watching Picasso paint. She has, to her eternal credit, enlivened much thinner gruel than this. Ashton Kutcher, an able sparring partner, piles on the goofy charm as the Rock Hudson to her Doris Day.
It’s no Pillow Talk but unlike say, Fool’s Gold, enjoying it doesn’t prove you’re a total idiot.