I’m not usually one for guilty pleasures; I take a lot of pleasure, and feel very little guilt. But there’s just something about this movie that makes me a) like it, and b) feel bad about liking it.
It’s a romance. There, I said it. It’s an unconventional romance, but still. Reese Witherspoon, who does little to lend the film credibility, plays a product testing executive who loves her job which leaves little time for anything else. But her crazy friend Chelsea Handler signs her up to an online dating site and by the next morning she’s dating not one but two very handsome, very eligible bachelors.
Bachelor #2: ladies’ man, man about town Chris Pine. Knows all the right movies, uses them liberally.
The catch (there’s always a catch): the two suitors are actually best friends. And also, they’re both CIA.
So when they decide to date her concurrently so that she may pick between them, they of course go off the chain on security details, intel, the works. It’s like dating on steroids – and yet, idiotically, she never notices.
Predictably, she likes them both. And is also overheard reporting on their flaws: Chris Pine’s tiny hands, Tom Hardy’s being, unforgivably, British.
But there’s a charming chemistry between all 3 of them – perhaps most convincingly between the two men (now there’s a movie I’d never feel guilty about loving!). And Chelsea Handler keeps popping up to offer vulgar advice, injecting a Reese Witherspoon movie with a little more edge than usual.
McG’s work is clumsy, but the movie is fun and breezy and a tiny departure from the norm. But really, let’s be honest: Tom Hardy. It’s really just a straight hour and a half of Tom Hardy gazing, with just enough bombs and bullets that, if you’re lucky, your husband won’t even notice what you’re up to.