Little Black Book

Unless you're a male, relationships require trust, and Little Black Book puts this theory, and our sanity, to the test. The grueling experiment in couples therapy begins when Stacy (Brittany Murphy) asks her boyfriend (an apparently blackmailed Ron Livingston) about his ex-girlfriends and doesn't get the detailed answers she seeks. In the name of research, she snoops around for his Palm Pilot to dig up the truth. Once she finds it, she does what any well-adjusted woman would do and sets up a meeting between him and his exes on the trashy TV show where she happens to work. Naturally, this chick flick will be offensive to nonchicks, but also to non-developmentally disabled people. The story rambles wildly, giving Stacy the career goal of working alongside Diane Sawyer and an inane obsession with Carly Simon, while weaving in random, pointless shenanigans set to music, and teary-eyed confrontations…also set to music. Good thing Little Black Book had supporting roles for Oscar winners Kathy Bates and Holly Hunter, or else the movie would've really been blown to hell. (Sarcasm alert.)