Pungent, funny, and surprisingly forceful.

Doesn't live up to the promise of its trailers.

Another one of those high-gloss treatments of domestic strife that want to have it both ways. Sitcom-slick, melodrama-edgy.

Too easily, and predictably, resolves itself.

Disturbingly lightweight and emotionally risk-free.

Willis and Pfeiffer do manage to keep you awake, but you're essentially watching your own marriage up there. And you don't need to pay a sitter to do that.

I scratched my head in wonder as to why this pair of one-dimensional characters couldn't find happiness in such a shallow story.

Tries so hard to push all the pre-ordained buttons, and it's so anxious to be liked, nay, adored, that it left me sullen and uninvolved instead.

A squirmy mix of therapy-session slogans, pop psychobabble, and lots of crying, yelling and pouting on the part of its two stars, who appear in various alarming hairpieces.

Snappily directed and edited, and there are moments of funny acting...but the script is all homiletic commonplaces, in quip form, and the wisdom is both stale and dubious.

Turns into a bogus drivel courtesy of a sitcom monster.

Wants to be an honest look at the problems that can beset a modern marriage, and be funny at the same time, but it doesn't have the skills or the temperament to pull all that off.

The stylistic devices used, which recall early Woody Allen and Paul Mazursky, get increasingly tedious, disrupting not only the sequence of events but also squelching audience sympathy for the protagonists.

Overwrought comedy-drama.