Two Weeks Notice
Occasional moments of charm (this is Hugh Grant, after all) don't begin to compensate for this production's overall laziness. The only real interest generated is concern for the various supporting players who disappear mysteriously throughout the movie. (Does somebody want to go check on Dana Ivey?) Although this movie wasn't, as far as we know, filmed in chronological order, it sure feels that the last 20 minutes or so were written, filmed, and edited on the woozy morning after a blowout cast party. Noticeably underpopulated, the whole production looks cheap too, lacking the gloss you'd expect from a movie in which the lead character is a billionaire. For the record, Sandra Bullock plays an (ethnically cleansed) crusading Bronx lawyer who goes to work for the enemy, an irresponsible playboy tycoon (Grant). By and by, she comes to fear her own feelings for the bumbling hunk and gives him two weeks' notice. A few scenes register: a funny restaurant bit in which the intimates display abundant knowledge of each other's likes and dislikes, and a swoon-inducing helicopter ride around the Chrysler Building.