I've just seen this movie and it took me about ninety minutes to realize that the filmmakers were serious about what I thought must be irony.
There's Jake, a completely nice and normal guy who is a music video director. Since he lives in a Manhattan loft, I think he is meant to be the successful and kind of crazy artist, however he's just average. Jake falls in love with Stella, a french girl. Now, there has probably never existed a more clichéd version of a french girl apart from Amélie. Stella is soft and tender, has huge eyes, a beeping voice and is of course very difficult. They fall in "love at first sight" in which also Jake, the fancy artist appears to believe. But then things get complicated, because she wants to be a housewife and mother and starts to call him at work all the time, while he's busy messing up his first feature movie. The movie shooting is sort of the parallel plot, but there's not much to report from there, although the producers, the chairman of the studio and the two protagonists of his movie add at least some fun and distraction.
Later on, Stella has gone back to France and Jake, who drank himself to near unconsciousness at a typical (Irish ) U2-Party, somehow manages to fly to Las Vegas with Pia and to marry her. Now Pia is Irish, definitively clichéd as well, but at least she's cool. She too loves Jake, who seems to have this magical aura that lets women immediately fall in love with him upon first sight. Nevertheless, Jake has still only Stella on his mind, which is puzzling, because she's so boring, especially if you consider Pia, but then, Jake's boring, too.
And that's the problem with this movie: There are too many clichés and two boring people, whom the audience should like and hope that they manage to come together again. Well, I couldn't and I couldn't believe that the filmmakers really are serious about Jake and Stella, but they were and the movie ends up in bitter syrup. One more cliché.
There's Jake, a completely nice and normal guy who is a music video director. Since he lives in a Manhattan loft, I think he is meant to be the successful and kind of crazy artist, however he's just average. Jake falls in love with Stella, a french girl. Now, there has probably never existed a more clichéd version of a french girl apart from Amélie. Stella is soft and tender, has huge eyes, a beeping voice and is of course very difficult. They fall in "love at first sight" in which also Jake, the fancy artist appears to believe. But then things get complicated, because she wants to be a housewife and mother and starts to call him at work all the time, while he's busy messing up his first feature movie. The movie shooting is sort of the parallel plot, but there's not much to report from there, although the producers, the chairman of the studio and the two protagonists of his movie add at least some fun and distraction.
Later on, Stella has gone back to France and Jake, who drank himself to near unconsciousness at a typical (Irish ) U2-Party, somehow manages to fly to Las Vegas with Pia and to marry her. Now Pia is Irish, definitively clichéd as well, but at least she's cool. She too loves Jake, who seems to have this magical aura that lets women immediately fall in love with him upon first sight. Nevertheless, Jake has still only Stella on his mind, which is puzzling, because she's so boring, especially if you consider Pia, but then, Jake's boring, too.
And that's the problem with this movie: There are too many clichés and two boring people, whom the audience should like and hope that they manage to come together again. Well, I couldn't and I couldn't believe that the filmmakers really are serious about Jake and Stella, but they were and the movie ends up in bitter syrup. One more cliché.