In the fluctuating realm of love affair movies, one is often bound by predictables, that corny little endings aimed at sending home the moviegoers whistling happy tunes. But not quite in "If Only . . ." (Gel Junger).
Here in "If Only . . .", Junger wrestles with our own predictables only to frustrate us at the end, leaving us with our mouths wide open as if some funny toads leapt of out of them. This is the unscreeching beauty of this film --- with Love Jennifer Hewitt almost playing herself and Paul Nicholls with that perennial toothpaste smile.
Cry a river if you must. Scream. Or storm out of the theater if you are feeling a little irritated of the syrup. But "If Only . . ." remains one of the better movies this week --- with all the tweaks of high romances and the credible posturing of personal pain.