What a load of crap. Meg Ryan needs Ritalin. Either that or she's more convinced that she's adorable than I will ever be. She can't go through a single scene without scrunching her nose, pouting, smiling, or twitching like an epileptic. It's like, even she can't get comfortable in the skin of her ultra-sappy character.
Hanks is only moderately better.
His face is getting really fat, though. I could go on. I have a couple of pages worth of notes about the dog. But needless to say, this cynical exercise in money-making is one finger's worth. God, how I wish I would have left after fifteen minutes like I wanted to.