D'ya know what? Personally, I reckon this may well be one of my top three worst films of All Time. So let's talk about it!

Movies that label themselves "romantic comedies" have to fulfil two main objectives - they have to involve some kind of romance, and they have to be funny. Not asking a lot, you would've thought. However, Along Came Polly manages to mess up nearly every time it makes an attempt to reach each of these goals.

Take a set-piece example: Jennifer Aniston (I don't know what her character's name was, I never cared enough) has a ferret. A blind pet ferret. And it runs into things.

And that's the joke. Not once, not twice, but four (at least) times. The problem is, it could be funny - other films would have made me laugh - but it just misfires. It doesn't lead up to any escalating comedy set-piece; it doesn't go anywhere other than a throwaway joke that gets about two seconds of laugh each time (unless you're Will, who for some reason found it hilarious. I think he may have concussion).

I think that's the problem; it's just a series of jokes that don't lead into each other, don't relate to each other and - worse - don't string together in any coherent way at all. Scenes just end, apparently halfway through. All of the characters are stereotypes, and not in a knowing way either (there's a risk-taking Australian, an uptight straight white man, a fat ma...oh, I can't be bothered. I don't think the scriptwriter really could).

As a movie-going experience? Pretty good, because of good friends to laugh at the rubbishness of it all with. As a movie? Gah, lazy writing like this just makes me cry.