The Sweetest Thing

Reviewed by:
Deborah Day

Somebody’s going to drag you to this movie. We don’t point fingers—but your girlfriend’s going to make you go. And you’ll be glad to, because, gosh durn it, Cameron Diaz looks so friggin’ cute on that poster (even if it does scream “chick flick”). And you’ll love it when Cameron and Christina Applegate prance around shakin’ dat ass, especially when they do it in their underwear. You’ll enjoy every moment that plays up the inner bimbette in these beauties. Here’s the catch, though: You’ll have to sit through the whole choppy, badly scripted/directed/edited mess. (Somebody’s to blame here, and we can’t figure out who it is exactly, because we were struck stupid by this movie.)

Cameron’s character (we won’t bother with names—this film’s like having a one-night-stand with a drearily dim hottie) is looking for love in all the wrong places, looking for love in too many faces, searching their eyes…you get the point. Try to convince your sweet thing to wait to rent the DVD—and get that fast-forward finger ready.

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