Where's Foster Brooks when you need him? Sure, alcoholism and comedy are as hard to mix correctly as a dry martini, but director Thomas can't seem to overcome this script, which could have used some rehab itself. Bullock's boyfriend walks around wasted out of his mind, and she laughs off a potentially deadly drunken-driving episode. She ends up in rehab, where the gang is not only clichéd, but none of them ever seems to leave.
Unfortunately, Bullock seems lost in the same I-want-to-act wasteland that Mary Reilly-era Julia Roberts stumbled around in before returning to romantic comedies. Before you need career rehab, Sandy, please stop fighting your strengths and embrace them.