Any film that equates Bridgette Wilson with a cow has our curiosity piqued, but this godawful sex comedy (about, naturally, the pitfalls of marriage, not cattle) starts off weak and ends up even worse, with one juvenile antic following after another. In fact, calling this a sex comedy is an insult to real sex comedies (American Pie). In fact, it's kind of insulting to cows.
[In the spirit of competition, we present a rare filmcritic.com double review on David Lynch's sure-to-be-controversial Mulholland Drive as well as a feature discussion about the film. For additional, alternate looks at films, check out our feature "Respectfully, Yours." -Ed.]