Sandra Bullock, que além de estrelar o filme também o produziu, podia ter tido mais cuidado com o roteiro, que vai para lá e pra cá, indefinido e disforme. Nada ajudado pelo diretor estreante Marc Lawrence, que era, vejam a ironia, roteirista (de "Miss Simpatia", "Perdidos em Nova York", ”Forças da Natureza”, nenhum deles um clássico do gênero). A princípio achei até interessante que o filme fosse menos previsível do que os outros dentro desse estilo de comédia romântica. Mas no final fica desengonçado e esquisito, as melhores frases e situações não são de Sandra, mas de seu parceiro Grant.
Veja que história mais descabida. Sandra é uma advogada liberal campeã de causas perdidas, que sem a menor lógica é contratada por um milionário estilo Donald Trump (que aliás faz pontinha, outra que tem ponta é Norah Jones, cantando numa festa antes de virar a super-estrela do momento vencedora de Grammys). E o filme vai pulando semanas e meses, enquanto ela se torna indispensável para ele, cuidando de sua vida (aceita o cargo porque assim pode usar dinheiro para caridade, descontada do imposto de renda). Mas o herói é imaturo, mulherengo (na fita se fala mais nisso do que se mostra). Nada porém que ajude muito o filme, onde Grant retomou os maneirismos de antes de "Um Grande Garoto" (ou seja, voltou a gaguejar, a mexer o cabelo) e já demonstra sintomas de idade.
O roteirista nem pode se queixar do diretor, porque eles são a mesma pessoa. Mas a estrela Sandra bem que podia se queixar para si mesma e pedir que da próxima vez lhe arranjem um veículo um pouco mais inspirado.
(talking about a leather belt)
George Wade : What do you think of this? Too ornate? Or do you think it’s… beltacular.
George Wade : Pokémon?
Lucy Kelson : Which one?
Meryl Brooks : Well, both of them.
(holds up cufflinks)
Lucy Kelson : I think your the most selfish human being on the planet.
George Wade : Well that’s just silly. Have you met everybody on the planet?
(Lucy snores loudly)
George Wade : A doll with a sinus problem.
George Wade : That is not true. I did call Slurpee Heaven. They didn’t want you. Heard you had attitude. Said you weren’t "Slurpee" material.
George Wade : I’d love some Milk Duds.
Helen Wade : We don’t have any, I could send out for one.
George Wade : Oh, no, don’t be ridiculous. If you’re going to send out, get a whole box.
Ruth Kelson : No offense, but I think it’s *immoral* for one person to acquire that much wealth. How do you sleep at night?
George Wade : Well, I have a machine that simulates the sound of the ocean.
Larry Kelson : Do those really work?
George Wade : Oh, yes, quite well actually.
George Wade : Girls, I’m starting to feel a pain in my ass…
George Wade : A large meteoroid, severe blood loss and uh… what was the other thing?
Lucy Kelson : Death! And you’re not dead!
Lucy Kelson : What? What am I, five years old? This is my car!
George Wade : It’s only a Volvo.
Lucy Kelson : People just don’t *go* in Volvos.
George Wade : I’ll buy you another Volvo!
Lucy Kelson : No! Besides, that is the only thing you’ll ever remember about me… that I’m the woman who *went* on the front seat.
George Wade : Well, that would be hard to forget.
George Wade : Yes I know, at my head, I’ve experienced it.
Lucy Kelson : He asked June.
Meryl Brooks : He asked you too!
Lucy Kelson : He asked me too? How many women does a man need to take to dinner? Maybe in Utah.
Man Getting into Cab : Keep your twenty and have dinner with me.
Lucy Kelson : You keep your dinner, I’ll keep my twenty, and we’ll call it a deal!
(gets into cab)
(George gives her a look)
Lucy Kelson : …not in a good way, but in an I’m-so-distracted-I-can’t-remember-if-I-washed-my-hair kinda way – so I’ll wash my hair twice! So I have a hole in my stomach, I’m running out of shampoo and today is the first day in my life that I did not give a thousand percent on the job. And I hate that feeling.
Tom : Everything all right down there?
Meryl Brooks : Not now! EVERYTHING is not about you.
Lucy Kelson : When did Mr. Wade call?
Paul the Attorney : Mr. Wade didn’t call.
Lucy Kelson : WHEN?
Paul the Attorney : Maybe about an hour ago.
Ruth Kelson : (ripping the phone out of his hand) Oh, you have Tofutti! You heard what the doctor said, your cholesterol is over 300! You’re… basically a solid.
Lucy Kelson : I have to get back to work.
George Wade : Right. Right, yes. Sorry to disturb you. Congratulations, again, Polly.
Lucy Kelson : Aside from the split infinitive that was somewhere in the middle, that speech was actually quite perfect, wasn’t it?
Polly St. Clair : Yeah. I don’t know what the hell you’re still doing sitting here. And I don’t even like him.
Lucy Kelson : (runs after George)
George Wade : No. I want something else from you.
Lucy Kelson : (chortles incredulously) Oh, no. I am fully aware of your reputation and there’s no way you’re getting… that. No.
George Wade : Getting what?
Lucy Kelson : You know what. Sex. There’s no way you’re getting… that. No.
George Wade : Well, that would be nice. But what I really need is a new chief counsel.
Lucy Kelson : (beat) Honestly, I think I’d rather have the sex.
Lucy Kelson : No thanks. I’ve never really warmed to the idea of a *flesh* popsicle.
Lucy Kelson : (under her breath) Check with me before you talk.
Lauren Wade : *Alleged?* He was having sex with her in our *bed*.
George Wade : Well, I knew how worried you were about getting anything on that sofa.
Lucy Kelson : (on the phone) Hi, Mr. Wong, it’s Lucy Kelson. I need one No. 13, two No. 7’s…
George Wade : (walking back and forth) I can’t believe how small this apartment is, it’s actually shocking!
Lucy Kelson : I need three No. 8’s, no garlic…
George Wade : It’s a very good thing your parents went to the movies, we’d never have squeezed in!
Lucy Kelson : I need one No. 7 and…
George Wade : You realize, I can actually move from one side of this apartment to the other in 6 seconds. Watch this,
George Wade : one…
Lucy Kelson : …and a No. 11, please. No, actually, this is for two.