A Love Story or Something Like It

Angelina Jolie and Edward Burns try their respective bests in this misguided mess of a movie, they really do. Both are sincere in trying to make the unworkable work, and it's a tribute to their talent and professionalism that the movie is watchable at all. But it just aint enough.

The film is bogged down by ridiculous circumstances from the get-go: the usually-superb Tony Shalhoub, downright dreary as a homeless prophet/psychotic lunatic, tells Jolie she's gonna die in a week, see, and she spends the rest of the film trying to find The Meaning in her self-serving, career-driven existence, blah blah blah.

If this had been done with some charm, perhaps it might have worked. But the script is completely artless, concocted in the most ridiculously superficial and heavy-handed way throughout, with the integrity of the characters compromised over and over again, until there is nothing left but Angelina's insanely coifed blonde hair and a bad taste in your mouth.