It oughta be illegal for a sequel to be as brainless as this dumb Blonde. Reese Witherspoon returns as the fashion-savvy Harvard grad, who's planning, like, the most awesome wedding ever to Luke Wilson. But her nuptials are put on hold when she takes her legal smarts and stylish wardrobe to Washington, in an attempt to pass a federal bill banning product testing on animals.
When her fabu plans encounter snags, and her boss (Sally Field) betrays her, the perky legal eagle enlists help from her sorority sisters and wise doorman Bob Newhart. Witherspoon is fizzy and charming per usual, but the silly script forces everything--predictable plot turns, heartfelt speeches and broad sitcom humor. Things really go to the dogs when her Chihuahua comes out as gay. (Don't ask, and we won't tell you how bad that is.) We hate to say it, Reese, but our judgment is that this Blonde is a bummer.