Review of America's Sweethearts

I like every actor in this movie, but not in this film, an endless series of crotch and penis jokes (oops, the film is dragging, so let's insert another one to perk it up). The audience of mostly women, young and old, was completely silent throughout the movie. MY wife and I have seen every chick flick this year, even the ones that were panned by critics, and we liked them all. But this movie is as bad as it gets. How bad? Worse than the Avengers! Worse than Duets. Worse than Heavens Gate. (Actually, I'm such a softy, I enjoyed parts of all three of those bombs.) Worse than any recent Diane Keaton, Steve Martin, or Alan Alda movie. Worse than even Adam Sandler at his worst. The actors looked totally embarrassed speaking their lines, as if their careers were being placed in immediate jeopardy. The only funny part of the movie was unintentional: when Chris Walken tells the press that the script was worthless, so he threw it out and substituted hidden camera footage. Wish they could have done that here. Watching any of these talented people in candid dressing room footage would have been funnier and more romantic.