Julie (the always appealing Vanessa Williams) is a writer and a single mother who conceived her only child through artificial insemination. When the boy begins having trouble in school, she goes in search of the anonymous sperm donor to find out if the man was really the Ivy League genius he claimed to be on his application. Naturally, meeting him leads to all sorts of personal complications and romantic entanglements, especially since Julie is already going steady with a well-meaning executive who, in spite of all his protestations to the contrary, is actually every bit as commitment-phobic as she is.
Despite a fair number of halfway decent scenes and an overall feeling of goodwill, "And Then Came Love" is simply too slick, too contrived and too insubstantial to rank as anything more than just a negligible romantic comedy. For even though the movie earns points for neither sanctifying nor demonizing its major characters, the set-up and resolution are simply too formulaic and pat to be taken very seriously. Moreover, the performances tend to be a trifle rough around the edges, except for the wonderful Eartha Kitt, who steals every scene she's in playing Julie's high-strung, intrusive, and hyper-critical mother.
Despite a fair number of halfway decent scenes and an overall feeling of goodwill, "And Then Came Love" is simply too slick, too contrived and too insubstantial to rank as anything more than just a negligible romantic comedy. For even though the movie earns points for neither sanctifying nor demonizing its major characters, the set-up and resolution are simply too formulaic and pat to be taken very seriously. Moreover, the performances tend to be a trifle rough around the edges, except for the wonderful Eartha Kitt, who steals every scene she's in playing Julie's high-strung, intrusive, and hyper-critical mother.
