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The movie begins on a plane. Sarah Huttinger (Jennifer Aniston) urges her fianc√© Jeff Daly (Mark Ruffolo) to join the Mile High Club. Yet, before they can ‘join’, there is turbulence or she is not comfortable, or one is distracted by their image in the mirror. Finally they stop trying, Aniston cries, he hugs her, and so the movie begins.

That first experience is a taste of what to come. The film being based on ‘The Graduate’ and the cheeky Mrs Robinson story has great potential, yet somehow the movie never gets there. Aniston is pleasant in the movie, her usual clean girl next-door character. She complains a lot, and then cries and then smiles and tries to pretend things are alright. Her character’s tale is that of self-development, the newest Hollywood thematic trend, but instead she seems self-obsessed, and irresponsible - excusing cheating as ‘finding herself.’

Self development for three generations of Huttinger women is through the arms of Beau Burroughs.(Kevin Costner)There is a chance, that Sarah was thought her that the older prince who sweeps her off her feet and onto his monogrammed sheets could possibly be her biological father. Very luckily, it is not true but this knowledge causes Aniston, and her audience, to dry retch.

Mark Ruffolo is sad eyed and boring, probably because he and Aniston have no on screen chemistry noticeable, even when they are supposed to. Mena Suvari dumbs it down for her ditzy role as Sarah’s perfect sister, Annie, and delivers a surprisingly bland performance, not what she’s capable of. But then, while the plot may be well intended, it is sketchy.

Shirley McLaine really steals the show as usual, as the original seductress who will not respond to ‘Grandmother.’ She gives the most climatic performance in the movie, when she confronts the stud, the excusably sleazy Borroughs. Yet, he is not vilified because he was either ‘seduced’ or practically raped, and Costner ends up with his usual good guy portrayal.

Apart from a couple of laughs thanks to the biting and witty McLaine, the film does not excite laughter. If it’s not a funny movie then, what is it? Count out the romantic comedy genre - an empty fling with a man who sleeps with a daughter, mother and grandmother does promote feelings of warmth. It is definitely not a drama, so what the hell is it? If you’re still trying to work it out, avert your eyes up to the plane analogy.

This movie will mainly appeal to the large flock of 35+ ladies who still swoon when they see Kevin Costner, and see past the slightly receding hairline.