It's really much too late in the day for a movie of this utterly
disposable chick-lit trailblazer, but it has been fairly smoothly
inserted into Richard Curtis's Four Weddings machine. The quirky
friendsTM are allotted exactly one quirk each this time around, and
Maguire's direction is distinctly ropey, but it still emerges with its
fair share of Notting Hill-arity (in fact, it's quite a lot funnier).
Grant makes a brilliant bastard, and Zellweger (despite a couple of
false starts and an excessively posh accent) is completely disarming.
