Total manufactured shit movie for over an hour, then it almost touches on something meaningful before flopping onto the melodrama love couch. I like teary endings, but fuck this movie and the oh-so-hip and cynical horse it wrote in on. Yeah, wrote. Somebody wrote this, and then people acted it out. What kinds of minds do that?
Maggie (Hathaway) is an alluring free spirit who won't let anyone - or anything - tie her down. But she meets her match in Jamie (Gyllenhaal), whose relentless and nearly infallible charm serve him well with the ladies and in the cutthroat world of pharmaceutical sales. Maggie and Jamie's evolving relationship takes them both by surprise, as they find themselves under the influence of the ultimate drug: love.