Here's the mystery: What are talents like Hudson (
Almost Famous seems
so long ago these days) and Biggs (who, post-
American Pie, seemed headed for a stellar,
Ben Stiller-type career) doing in this movie? Crass when it needn't be, romantic when it doesn't ring true, and hatefully sexist for much of the time, MY BEST FRIEND'S GIRL presumes that women are still here to save despicable men from fates worse than their deeds and that men are, with few exceptions, cads and idiots who need rescuing.
Not that movies have never been made on such premises before -- but for them to work, the writing has to be sharp, the storytelling superb, and the characters believable. It's not atypical for frogs to turn into princes in romantic comedies, but this one takes that conceit too far. (How different might the movie have been had the story been told with Dustin as the hero rather than the sidekick?) Cook does such a great job playing the near-nastiest man alive that it's hard to understand how he's all appealing. How can we believe that a man who would stoop so low as to proposition his girlfriend's mother would be forgiven? Or that said girlfriend, who's supposed to be smart, would actually be taken in by him in the first place? My Best Friend's Girl doesn't just require mere suspension of disbelief, it demands lunacy.