Sandra Bullock, Denis Leary
It’s easy to understand why Bullock is one of the day’s hottest stars. She is flat out adorable. Watch the bemusement crossing her cheerleader-cute face when a suitor tells her that she is the sexiest woman he has ever met. “You don’t get out much, do you?” she responds.
She and Leary (he cowrote and co-stars) play a bickering couple on the lam after he steals a $4 million Matisse. Over the course of a long weekend—and it seems really long in this anemic film—spent hiding out in a conveniently unoccupied beach house in New England, the two argue ceaselessly, mostly over trivialities such as whether, as Bullock contends, they have seen the same Batman movie 12 times or, to cite Leary’s side of it, three different Batmans four times each. “They all suck,” Bullock announces, snatching victory from defeat. In between, she flirts with a wealthy neighbor (Stephen Dillane) while Leary broods.
One suspects Leary was going after a bitter social comedy about class structure. As his character tells Bullock, “You’re a cashier, and I’m a thief, and that’s the way it’s always gonna be. We were born in little houses and we’re gonna die in little houses.” Instead, this is merely a conventional romantic comedy with Bullock the saving grace—except not enough of one to save it. (R)