If the Farrelly brothers want me to see "The Heartbreak Kid"-and based on its cool (and not in a good way) box office, they do...

...they're going to have to work a lot harder to convince me that a perfectly pleasant, good-looking woman like Malin Akerman is the nightmare she's apparently supposed to be in the movie.

Seriously, they keep running ads where the worst thing she does is sing along to dumb pop music. And we're supposed to identify with Ben Stiller's suffering because he's too hip & cool to do so.



All it does, at least to me, is make him look like the kind of prude that I'd get sick of a lot faster than I would a sexy drinkawater who just happens to like the Spice Girls.

Besides. I'm a sucker for leopardskin...