It is so great to go into a movie
with low expectations and be pleasantly surprised. When I first heard
about Two weeks Notice, I wanted to see it, first because I am deeply,
deeply in love with Sandra Bullock and second because, well, I feel almost
the same about Hugh Grant. But then, the reviews started coming in and
they were bad. So, I put off seeing it during the holiday rush of movies.
But once I was down under, and had to choose between it, The Hot Chick and The Master of Disguise, Two
Weeks Notice started sounding pretty good so I went to see it. And what
do you know, it's a nice, funny movie.
Two Weeks Notice tells the story
of a billionaire playboy (Hugh Grant) who mostly plays around but helps his
brother (David Haig) in the business, sort of like the brothers in Sabrina. Anyway, Grant
hires only female lawyers to work for him and then, well, sleeps with them,
and they leave. So, as the movie starts, he needs a lawyer and, you
guessed it, he hires Sandra Bullock. She is at her cute but geeky best
here as a left-wing, Harvard-trained New York lawyer who is the daughter of
left-wing lawyers (Robert Klein + Dana Ivey). Even though she abhors
all that Grant stands for, Bullock takes the job to help save the community
center in her neighborhood from being razed in hiss latest real estate scheme.
Grant is a Donald Trump clone and, in case you don't get that, The Donald
himself, makes a cameo appearance. Being the obsessive-compulsive, anal retentive
sort, Bullock throws herself into Grant's business dealings, and he becomes
so dependent on her that he calls her out of a wedding, where she is Maid
of Honor, to help him pick out clothes. At this point she gives him
her "Two Weeks Notice."
This movie is definitely in the great
tradition of romantic comedies where the man and woman hate each other on
sight, trade insults, then fall in love. And while this movie isn't
the same league as say, The Philadelphia
Story, it is fun and entertaining. And despite what the other reviews
say, Grant and Bullock have a nice chemistry together. And I liked the story
with the exception of the last scene where they didn't seem to know what to
do except have an endless kiss. But you can let your eyes take in the
beauty of New York City while you wait for the credits to roll. Yes,
I am giving away the ending. You never could have guessed it on your own.
This movie reinforces what I have always
believed, which is that Sandra Bullock is my soulmate. In Two Weeks
Notice, her character hates beets, loves baseball and cried when Bush
was elected President. You gotta love her. Grant is also at Grant-iest
in this film. He can do a role like this on cruise control, and he is
good even though his performance doesn't rise to the
heights of About a Boy. Robert Klein, best known of course as a stand-up comedian,
does a very sweet job here as Bullock's father.
So, forget what you have heard and
put this back on your chick-flick, date-movie list. Don't expect great
art but it has a some good laughs.