You won't be disappointed!

I don't have all the words right now but this film is a work of art.

There's no way I can possibly love it entirely but I just think its ridiculously bad, but enjoyable at the same time.

This is a small, humorous movie in some ways, but it has a huge heart. What a nice experience.

Seriously, they should have eliminated the first part of the title and just called it "other disasters" I usually enjoy most movies, even the bad ones, but this disaster IS a disaster from start to finish. Brittany Murphy's character starts speaking with a supposed English accent,, then not,,then back again with some words, but not others,, then back again.. what is that supposed to be? It's this weird promotion of the gay lifestyle...nothing more. Seriously,, do you think just because people are gay and your the opposite sex it's okay to walk around in front of them nude all the time? Well, maybe in this film, but last i checked answering the door in your underwear to a relative stranger is frowned upon. Not to mention Brittany walking into the bathroom in front of her roommate and dropping her drawers to sit on the toilet? Come on.! Is this what Hollywood has become? Can you image Lauren Bacall, Elizabeth Taylor, Greta Garbo ,, peeing on screen? Cripes.! What waste of celluloid this thing is. And like I say, usually i like even bad movies, but garbage, I can't tolerate.

This movie is charming, witty, and fun, all the way to the tango scene! That's where everything entertaining stops and it's a down hill slide all the way to the end! Truly you can see a complete change in the movie, character dialog, and the characters themselves. Everyone seem stalled into doing the same thing over and over.After the Tango scene everything becomes repetitive, predicable, and linear. It's truly sad for the story because the viewer can see every stumble and bump before it happens. Emily constantly talks too much, and Peter has the same jeans on throughout the entire story. You know Emily will get 'her man' at the end, and the only light that keep me watching this mush of a flick was Dawn French and Catherine Tate.What starts as a sweet story with engaging characters quickly becomes a run around of stereotyped people and situations! Too bad - too sad

This movie is completely trite and unoriginal. I should say "trite and hackneyed," because really it deserves only clichés for descriptors. Its feeble efforts at self-reflexivity fail every time. In the conversation discussing whether true love is a process or a lightning bolt, the screenwriter has the audacity to claim (through the mouth of a character) that this story tells us which it is. But it doesn't! At all! And no on-screen disclaimers are capable of explaining away Brittany Murphy's EMBARRASSING accent, nor can empty pseudo-self-referentiality redeem the film (in truth, the movie doesn't reference itself, it just mindlessly, impotently appropriates the concept of self-reference from movies past). Watching this movie is like spending an hour and a half staring at the tackiest lawn in town while filling your stomach with cheap greasy fast food and ignoring profiteers bulldozing civilization's entire cultural and artistic heritage in your peripheral vision. It's a cheapened reproduction of a reproduction of a reproduction. A simulacrum. A gaudy hunk of cubic zirconium that you can't wait to forget. The only penance this movie offers for the crime of its existence is this: it ends.

What a complete bore this film was. One dimensional characters with a bland script. I fell asleep half way. I sometimes wonder if anyone watches these films before they are released. This movie tries to be hip and youthful, funny and clever, and warm and heartfelt and fails dramatically at all of them. I reckon that all the cast went around telling everyone that they were in a film with Paltrow and Bloom except of course Paltrow and Bloom who must of stumbled across the set whilst looking for the toilet. They found it. The main character "jacks" was so annoying I found myself hoping that she would be hit by a London bus. Oh yeah, and where the hell do they think you can find an straight Argentinian who lets you think he's gay for more than 10 seconds...jeez. Dawn French, you really don't have to do this. Angus deaton, you do.