Okay, there aren't enough flicks told through the female perspective, and those that are-- well, typically they are romantic comedies. But is this really an excuse to make duds like this? Setting a record for close-ups (Jude, dude, cut your fucking nose hairs) the film took 60 minutes to become even remotely interesting, or amusing. The other half was interesting, and mildly funny. But through it all were those annoying, pointless closeups for the sake of a pretty face. ... Worse still, after one love scene, the Angel was still wearing her bra. Either Jude was too stupid to remove it, the Angel was a little camera shy, or they were modeling the underwear for the audience. Hmmm? Shameless. Don't these film makers know guys are getting dragged to these flicks? The least they could do is give us a little tit. Even if it was a stunt double--though the real McCoy would have been better. ... And the guy from School of Rock as a romantic lead? Huh? No way. ... Overall: Agony.