Garry Marshall’s tin-eared greeting card movie extravaganza is so bad it’s almost quite good.
By Emma Dibdin
Nails-on-a-chalkboard characters and manipulative heartstring-yanking leave you desperate for midnight to strike.
Despite marketing itself as a Hollywood rom-com, this is in many ways a Bollywood comedy, set in LA.
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