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Giant cast can't sustain Valentine's Day
Unlucky in love
Garner and Kutcher have the only real relationship.
Garner and Kutcher have the only real relationship.

Three-quarters through Valentine's Day, director Garry Marshall pops in for a seconds-long cameo as a mariachi band player. At the sneak screening, you could feel a little ripple go through the crowd - sort of a "ha!" coupled with an "aww!"

But when I scrolled through Marshall's résumé after the film, I couldn't figure out what the crowd - sentimental bastards, all of us - were smiling at. Yes, yes, we'll always have Marshall's Happy Days and Laverne & Shirley, even Pretty Woman, a film that has aged as poorly as I imagine your average Hollywood Boulevard hooker does - those not rescued by a pinstriped Prince Charming, that is. But what has Marshall done for us in the 20 years since? Raising Helen. The Other Sister. Exit to Eden. Valentine's Day is never embarrassing in the way those films are, but that's not much of a recommendation, is it?

A tale of intertwining relationships in L.A., the movie is aggressively unfunny and unromantic. Its chief concern appears to have been the corralling of its cast of a thousand stars; far less attention was paid to what to do with that cast once assembled. There are so many boldfaced names (Jessica Alba, Jessica Biel, Patrick Dempsey, Jamie Foxx, Jennifer Garner, Topher Grace, Anne Hathaway, Queen Latifah, George Lopez, Shirley MacLaine, Julia Roberts) that each is reduced to minute-long blips here and there. There's no room for character development, so the filmmakers must hook us via the extraordinariness of the action or the enduring appeal of the actor.

On the first count, Valentine's Day is a big bust. Screenwriter Katherine Fugate (The Prince and Me) invents one unenlightened scenario after another, then crisscrosses them in ways that are corny, not clever. (That the film's one gay relationship exists for "gotcha!" purposes alone indicates how unengaged with the real world Fugate's script is.) There are standouts in the cast: Hathaway plays way against type as a glammy poetess moonlighting as a phone-sex operator, while the likable Kutcher and Garner, playing best friends ostensibly in love with other people, emerge as the only real relationship worth following.

Is there fleeting entertainment in watching so many stars share the screen? Maybe, but what's the use of a supergroup if the music it puts out is sucky?

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