Where have the romantic comedy heroines gone? Julia Roberts is off having kids. Sandra Bullock is pursuing dramas. Meg Ryan is... well, I don't know. So who's stepping in to fill our quota of pratfalls? Jennifer Garner gives it a go in Catch and Release.

She comes into conflict with Fritz (Timothy Olyphant), a friend of her fiancé that she doesn't know as well. Naturally, he knows the dark secrets of the deceased; some massage therapist (Juliette Lewis) and her 4-year-old son enter the picture. May I just say: ugh. I think Olyphant always seems kind of skeevy, and I have no idea why filmmakers keep casting Lewis. No matter the role, she plays the same character: drugged, ditzy, and annoying.
I did like the film's use of Boulder, Colorado as its setting. While at times it felt like a Subaru commercial, the town looked terrific and real. I don't know if the movie will work tourist magic the way that, say, Mork and Mindy might have.
On a final note, I greatly appreciated the inside joke of having Kevin Smith's character frequently wear generic sports gear with the number 37. (It didn't escape my attention, Silent Bob.)
3 comments:
I heard 37 is the new 42.
Well, it certainly is in the View Askewverse.
I very very very much heart Kevin Smith. And for some reason I still seem to have some sort of girl-crush on Jenifer Garner. But I loath Oly-whatever-his-name-is...yes he IS skeevy...I can't watch him since Girl Next Door. And I concur with your analysis of Lewis. Ick.
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