Lot Like Love
Ashton Kutcher and Amanda Peet
Directed by: Nigel Cole
speaking? A Lot Like Love is a lot like watching home videos at an
acquaintances house; it's an okay way to spend an evening
but there are so
very many better ways to idle away one's valuable time. There's nadda in the chemistry
department between Amanda Peet and Ashton Kutcher. And each seems to kind of smirk
their way through these cookie-cutter mundane hip-girl, mellow-guy characters.
it's seven years ago as we meet Oliver (Ashton Kutcher) who is off to
New York to visit his brother. En route he spots a punk chick fighting with her
rock-star-wanna-be beau in front of the terminal.
of looking upon the soda wielding screamer as a nutter, he's taken a fancy.
Emily (Amanda Peet), also notices him as he's blatantly staring at her in the
waiting lounge. Once aboard their aircraft, Oliver, having spilled soda all over
himself, heads to the loo. Emily follows. And another couple is introduced into
the "Mile High Club."
however is not the beginning of their affair as upon arrival Emily begs Oliver
to take a hike, she's really not into him. Yeah I know - it's an awkward beginning
- but I am betting a fantasy-come-true for all the little Kutcher fans that are
the target audience
two serendipitously meet up again in town, leading to a nice couple of hours bonding
over booze shots and touristo photos. In a drunken stupor, Oliver assures Emily
in six years he will be a financial and emotional success - and to prove it, he
gives her his parent's telephone and tells her to call to check in - in six years
to verify his fortune telling abilities.
the two end up casually meeting again and again, a few years between each time.
And, naturally, each time the two engage in rabid Rhesus monkey sex, while learning
a bit more about each other. But, alas, they live in different cities and their
pesky lives keep getting in the way.
due to plot and a heavy borrowing from When Harry Met Sally, the two meant-to-bes
spend years in and out of the wrong relationships until one year
Amanda Peet steals the film. She's genuinely got a nice comic timing. Think early
Sandra Bullock. Amanda may be positioned to shortly wield a Bruckheimer mega-budget
man-fest, or perhaps a Nora Ephron film of her own.
Kutcher fans are sure to be in manlyberry studmuffin heaven - there's even a moonlit
ass shot folks! However, Kutcher is just the vehicle here, there's no substance
and his boyish, aw-shucks, charms grow thin - fast.
it's a long, rather dull, tale with rare laughter, plodding along a lot like an
over weight sherpa in the Himalayas might; frequent stopping, regret of the time-consuming
undertaking, all while ebbing towards its expected zenith. If you're into
Kutcher? I suppose you'll have to go. For the rest of us who are not? There's
really no need.
recommendation: Chinese take-a-way and a rental from Netflix.