I enjoyed the raunchy, feminist twist on the traditional rom-com in the first hour. The magazine scenes and the muscle-head boyfriend were laugh-aloud funny, and who knew LeBron could act? (Sure, he was playing himself, but that’s harder than you might think.) The 2nd hour, though…back to formula. (The cheerleader scene had me wincing.) Promises not kept.

FF=0 (I wasn’t watching alone)