Was the working title of this movie Thirty nine progressively excruciating ways to embarass oneself? Most of the running time is devoted to Renee Zellweger moving from one embarassing situation to another, while a love triangle and assorted eccentric Brits hover in the background. Some of those moments work quite well, others not so much.
One moment that works exceedingly well involves Renee Zellweger coming face to face with Salman Rushdie and asking him a very fundamental question. I’m sorely tempted to reveal it here, but I’m gonna desist, just this once. Go see the movie, and see the expression on Rushdie’s face.
Much of the movie is essentially crap, let me warn you. But if you’re a girl, you can drool over Colin firth and Hugh Grant. And if you’re a guy, you can marvel at how Renee Zellweger can’t help but be charming no matter what dreck she’s starring in. Or maybe it’s the other way round. But whatever your plumbing and orientation, you’ll love the Rushdie moment.