The roles were underwritten for Sandler and Barrymore. In fact, the roles were flat, two dimensional stereotypes of men and women. She’s a nagging neat freak, pearl clutching professional closet organizer. He’s a dirty schlub who owns a sports store and can’t bear to hear the word ‘tampon.’
But there are some fantastic moments....

A movie that had a lot of promise, with an all right premise, was completely ruined due to lazy scriptwriting and boring dialog. None of the characters were fleshed out, not even Banks’ stereotypical California Barbie reporter.

Oh, god and the obnoxious moral at the end of the story…I won’t spoil it, but the damn movie gets all sanctimonious about stereotyping people at the end, when that’s what they’ve been doing for the last two hours. Really, it’s a lot like having a smoker warn you about the dangers of skin cancer.