A Lot Like Love
Seven years ago, Angry Girl is dropping her boyfriend off at the airport. Turns out the boyfriend’s leaving for good, Angry Girl throws a soda at him, and Dopey Guy watching the whole thing is smitten. Next thing you know, Angry Girl pushes Dopey Guy into the plane bathroom, and we’re off to the next round of “You’re perfect for me, but these people paid money to see us suffer a little, and by Jove, that means we’ll just keep on missing each other by that much.” Angry Girl is Emily (Amanda Peet), a hard-living clutch of exposed nerves and smeared eyeliner. She doesn’t have any discernible plans for her future, unlike Oliver (Ashton Kutcher), a clumsy live-in-my-mom’s-basement type who thinks he can make a fortune in this new thing called dot-coms. Nutty little Emily, who chugs Jack Daniel’s at noon and snaps a picture of her crotch for Oliver to remember her by, seems an unlikely choice for by-the-book Ollie, but lo and behold, they keep running into each other at bi- and tri-yearly intervals, each slowly realizing they’re each other’s perfect match. Kutcher and Peet mature believably from midcollege to near-30s, and Kutcher especially nuances his performance with believable tenderness and good enough timing. And any movie with Amy Aquino (you’d recognize her face) in a supporting role cannot be all bad. A Lot Like Love is what it is. No surprises here, but the getting there is pleasant, if you like that kind of thing.