Valentine's Day romantic comedy flypaper

Gary Marshall's film makes one exclaim, "How fucking hard can it be?"

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Unforeseen and surprising third-act twists don't make up for two initial acts of calculated Hollywood romance gobbledy gook in Gary Marshall's interconnected-character love blowout. Valentine's Day is romantic comedy flypaper: throw up enough well-trod plot lines, re-dressed love platitudes and fresh, topical spins on classic archetypes and some of it will seem genuine. Between this film and last winter's He's Just Not That into You, Robert Altman---the godfather of sprawling, intimate, multi-character melodramas---must be tossing and turning in his grave. Marshall's film makes one exclaim, "How fucking hard can it be?"