Ford makes a valiant bid for a fourth Indiana Jones movie in this
cute-but-dumb thriller. The Carribbean locations are as soothing on
the eye as Heche's New York business woman is grating on the nerves. If
she's so smart, why is she marrying a moron like Ross anyway? I mean,
Schwimmer, trapped (and trapping us) in hellish Nietzschean eternal
Ross-currence. Heche and Ford are a surprisingly sexy team; by the end,
you only wish their chemistry could make the film disappear.
