Jennifer Aniston doesn’t have to stretch a muscle as Sue, a traveling corporate-art salesperson staying in an Arizona motel, where she’s courted late at night by the owners’ man-child son, Mike (Steve Zahn). Awkwardly bringing champagne and complimenting her ass, he nearly blows a fuse when she actually allows him to cop a feel. The next morning, she inexplicably bangs Mike, and because they still have nothing in common, he follows her all over the country like some puppy. Sure, this is a comedy, but even beyond Woody Harrelson’s broad turn as an ex-punk yogurt mogul, there’s something about director Stephen Belber’s script that demands the romance be taken seriously — if that were possible, it would be more disturbing than sweet.

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