This film should have been an interesting romantic light comedy in the "meet cute" vein with its two very attractive leads in Aaron Eckhart and Jennifer Anniston. I have always liked Eckhart, who was successful in an earlier romantic comedy ("Possession"), as well as starring in a number of other fine movies like "Thank You For Smoking." To pair him with Jennifer Anniston, who has virtually been anointed America's sweetheart, should have been a no-brainer winning combination. 

In spite of their attractiveness, this movie fails first and foremost with a stunning lack of chemistry between Anniston and Eckhart. It should have been there, but it wasn't. Go figure. You might have thought that Brandon Camp as the director would have noticed this. Maybe the director was too close to his script? I often wonder what the Hollywood types think who preview movies like this before their release. Someone had to have noticed, as you only need half a brain to hear the "thud" as their chemistry collapses and dies right before your eyes on the silver screen.

In addition, this movie is critically hindered by an emotionally overwrought script (co-written by Mike Thompson), which dwells far too long on the personal tragedies of Burke's clients. The movie drags out all of the stürm and drung implicit in their weeping and wailing at his conferences which are held in clinically cold hotel corporate meeting rooms. This is decidedly the wrong venue for this to have played out. Someone forgot to notice that this was supposed to have been a romantic comedy. It isn't like this is a mystery, since Bob Newhart did this the right way 20 years ago, so there has always been a template for a comedy like this.

Surprising and very disappointing. It turns out that this movie is in need of a little self help itself.  Martin Sheen provides a nice cameo as Burke's estranged father-in-law. (Skip it, Grade of C.)