Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

The film makes a home in your brain and the only cure is to see it again.

The acting is good, and the firecracker script has some excellent ideas.

The best films of this genre always show a path and provide a takeaway for being a better person.

Amy Mandell (Julie Davis, who also wrote, directed and produced this fine film) is suddenly a successful author at age 28. Her book, a self-help guide for women on why they DON'T need a man for a fulfilling life, has sold truckloads. Jilted once at love, Amy wants to wait herself for a man who loves and desires her at the same time. So, she created her "pep talk" tome on resisting men who will only dump their ladies as soon as they sleep with them. But, Amy herself is struggling with her own philosophy. In place of a shrink, she goes pour out her Jewish heart to an understanding Catholic priest each week, in confession. This keeps her on her path, for this man, who she has never seen, understands her amid the laughter. What a great guy! While working on a second book, Amy is constantly on the talk circuit in the greater Los Angeles area. One day, she is booked for a shock jock, Matthew Starr (Nick Chinlund), despite some misgivings. Lo and behold, Amy returns his quips well and, beyond that, likes his looks and smile. The feeling is mutual. Therefore, against her better judgment, Amy accepts a date with Matt, even as she tells him the ground rules. No kissing, she decrees, or anything further until she truly gets to know him and feels that there is romance in the air. Its soon complicated, as Amy and Matt are each visualizing a night together. But, if Amy falls for this man, will she be betraying her own lessons for the women of the world? This is quite a fine film, despite the provocative title and a few racy scenes. In fact, I believe the movie may have done better if it had a different title, for it is truly a romantic comedy that will please most fans. Let's all bow to Davis, who stars, wrote, directed and produced this nice offering. This is a tour de force in the Orson Welles and Jennifer Westfeldt vein. Chinlund, also, gives a nice turn while the rest of the supporting cast is more than adequate. The sunny Los Angeles setting is fabulous, too, as are the costumes and photography. Even if you have to ask for the title in writing, as its suggestive moniker tongue ties you, do find it, gentle romcom viewer. Oh, yes, you will like this "O".

I was flipping and channel surfing the other night and this was on. I must have missed about 20 minutes, but reluctantly stayed until the end since there was nothing else to watch. Very bad. Profanity that is excessive and horrible acting from the two main players, Amy and Matt, or Julie Davis and Nick Chinlund---whoever they may be or were.... Man, they need some acting lessons and he needs to lose that incredible NY accent. The film was lousy. Did I say lousy......and the title...it shows the ignorance of the writer. Couldn't a better title be selected, unless it was meant to be provocative to lure viewers, although once lured, they have the option to escape!!!!

I could go on and on about this waste of time - but here's the abbreviated version: The writing is a pseudo-intellectual blend of female hormones and half baked feelings. It is presented as somehow being a thought-out psychology of femaledom, but almost immediately morphs into female-dumb. I still have no idea as to why there were at least three or four totally gratuitous "Hey I'm Jewish!" references made by the lead character in this bomb (not to mention totally wearing out the viewer with "cellulite" references throughout this disaster), they had absolutely nothing to do with anything - they weren't even comedic.Don't let the premise of this movie and its flimsy dime store psychology be the only thing that causes you to pass it on the rental shelves - by no means. The actress who played the lead (she also wrote, directed and produced the movie as well) is sickening in her constant mugging for the camera. This movie is one of the clearest example of somebody having access to the means of making a movie, the knowledge of how to make a movie, the money to make a movie - and yet none of the talent to make a movie. I hate to make accusations because I know very little if anything about this actress, but I get the sneaking suspicion she really thinks she's something special.It offends men, Jewish people, Catholics, and - I'm certain - most women with an ounce of brains. But it doesn't offend in a "man I'm really going to challenge your mores and thought processes", no it just flat out offends with its misled stupidity.There.........now mug for the camera.........mug again.........act cutesy...........mug...........CUT!

This movie is nothing but a tease...offering all sorts of insights into the way women and men inter-act but in the end offering only shallow platitudes.The use of the confessional as the way of hearing Amy's inner thoughts was nothing but a glib gimmick...completely unbelievable.The acting was wooden and unimpressive, and I couldn't recognise any of the stars. Nor will I be looking for them in another movie any time soon.This is a poor imitation of Sex And The City, and comparisons with Woody Allen are hopeful at best, and laughable at worst. It all seemed like a stand-up routine taken too far.And what is it with movies about women who write books about how they don't need men, and then fall in love? Change the formula!