This may be the worst movie I've ever seen. A few people walked out, so I'm not alone. But maybe I just don't appreciate art. Rottentomatoes.com so far gives it a not bad 70% (10 reviews).
Turning to chick lit, I don't uncritically embrace this entire genre. Getting through Lisa Cach's "Dating Without Novocaine" was like, well, pulling teeth. The best thing about it was the large print. I figured out early on that (SPOILER!) "just a friend" Scott (a dentist, hence, the title) was "the one" for Hannah, who dated a succession of awful guys before seeing the light.
"4% Famous" by Deborah Schoeneman was better. The story of fictional New York gossip columnists was funny and interesting, though I didn't like the characters' constant drinking and drugging. A media-savvy chef seems an awful lot like Rocco DiSpirito, and a briefly appearing baroness is probably modeled after someone I went to college with.