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A 19th-century duke is transported into the present and becomes a commercial spokesman for margarine. Wait, wasn't that a Bewitched episode? Unfortunately, it's also the premise for this dud, which follows Victorian bachelor Hugh Jackman to modern-day New York after he unwittingly trails scientist Liev Schreiber through a crack in the fabric of time.
And all of the age-old fish-out-of-water gags come with him. When the chivalrous gent meets cynical market researcher Meg Ryan, who's looking for love (and an ad pitchman, natch), well, guess what happens. Ryan, still doing that nose-crinkling cutesy thing, is getting as clich├ęd as Ally McBeal. But Jackman--gracefully wearing an oh-so-proper accent along with his regal duds--lends Rupert Everett-esque charm and flair to a film that's as formulaic as a Harlequin Romance. Chick-flick fans will like it, but we'll take those Bewitched reruns anyday.