Folks, I think I'm speaking for all of us when I say this is pretty darn fine American entertainment

Perry isn't the only thing wrong with Serving Sara, but he's the thing that takes a pleasantly mediocre movie and turns it into an unpleasantly mediocre one.

When Serving Sara reaches beyond its grasp and dreams big, Perry and Hurley float the movie on aplomb and wit. When the film gears down for slower-paced set pieces and disposable villains, its stars find themselves knee-deep in a giant comedy cow pie.

For all the hot air expended, this film ends up all smoke and no heat.

Serving Sara, which often feels more like serving time, is one of those tortured Hollywood romantic comedies that starts with a passable premise and turns into an inventory of flat gags and weak lines set against a travelogue backdrop.

Even dumber than Perry's "Three to Tango," this latest sitcommy exercise is sporadically funny in spite of itself -- and not quite as dreadful as you would suspect.

Romantic screwball comedies are supposed to be at least a little romantic, but there's no chemistry between Perry and Hurley.

The few jaunty, ''Friends''-inflected lines Perry does get off are lost among the cow pies.

Little more than a mall movie designed to kill time.

Serving Sara is D.O.A., with nary a laugh to be found.

Downright terrible: impossible to enjoy, impossible to believe.

A lazy, trite comedy that's made by people who don't care either.

Perry and Hurley don't have much chemistry, and the story is so dumb you might want to sue it for stupidity.

How inept is Serving Sara? It makes even Elizabeth Hurley seem graceless and ugly.