Two people from very different walks of life fall in love under the oddest of circumstances. They start out attached to other people, but end up together. So what else is new? THE ACCIDENTAL HUSBAND is enjoyable enough; some twists -- there’s one setup that unfolds at a book party -- are actually hilarious. On the whole, however, it’s so indistinct how could it possibly offend? There’s even the requisite, albeit brief, singalong. (Since My Best Friend’s Wedding, what rom-com doesn’t have this?)
Thurman tries valiantly to keep the audience from realizing the material’s formulaic, and her efforts, for the most part, pay off. Morgan and Firth are quite game, too. The cinematography, crisp and pretty and visiting less-known NYC locales like Astoria, helps. But overacting from some of the supporting characters dilutes an already watery stew, except for Isabella Rossellini, Brooke Adams, and still-suave Sam Shepard in surprising and delightful supporting turns.