There's more of course, and as you watch the film there are little hints from the very beginning as to where it's going. And you can't quite believe that it actually goes there. The predictable, obvious plot is so swampy and melodramatic that it feels like a 'Very Special Episode' of Dawson's Creek ... without the edge. Shankman (The Wedding Planner) was probably not the right choice to direct it either, as he wallows in the schmaltz, never ever undercutting it with badly needed humour. He lurches from genuinely touching emotions to unbelievable lapses in logic, all underscored with a far-too indulgent collection of pop tunes (Moore even listens to herself on the radio at one point!). The cast is very good, especially West, who actually makes his character authentic within the constrains of the weepy teen movie genre; and there's another startlingly unselfconscious turn from Hannah. But it's all so corny and earnest that it hurts!