I have to admit, I am deeply concerned about my mental health. I can't find one good solid reason why I've decided to watch this movie. It's not like me at all. Anyway, I downloaded it for my girl and me to watch, but found myself watching it without her. Why? Really don't know.
So, this is obviously a chick flick and when you see the title, you pretty much know the entire story from start to finish. That is, of course, if you are blessed with even one sixth of a brain. The title is obviously telling us that the film is about sexual intercourse(s) without the burden of a relationship. Or is it comfort? I guess that depends on that whole half-empty/half-full glass mumbo jumbo. Whatever floats your boat. So, with that relationship evade idea usually not being possible, the protagonists fall deeply in love. Then one of them fucks something up and you eventually wind-up with a happy ending which is inevitable. Aw, how cute.
However, the cast is spot on with Ashton Kutcher and Natalie Portman. They should really stick to these kind of movies. "Wait, hold on there, Deathstroke! She has an Oscar!" So does Gwyneth Paltrow, and she's rubbish as well.
So, to conclude this hate-filled all-around bashing therapy session of mine, the film is a piece of crap. And, although it smells like roses, a crap will always be crap. Therefore, give it only one spin, but don't say I didn't warn you.
4 out of 10.
