FeverPitch

This is a by-the-book, paint-by-numbers, romantic comedy. Boy meets girl, boy and girl fall in love, boy loses girl, boy and girl both learn something, boy gets girl back.

This would have been a boring film if it hadn't been directed by the Farrelly Bros. They tried to play this movie as straight as possible and they succeeded, but everything they know about filmmaking they learned on gross-out comedies and it shows.

(Drew Barrymore gets sick and the sound of her vomitting is graphic. Nora Ephron wouldn't have devoted that much energy to the vomit)

I know I'm making it sound like this is another gross-out flick by the Farrellys but it isn't. Their comedic timing was born in something other than romantic comedies and that alone saves this film.

Yes, Jimmy Fallon is cute and loveable and, yes, Drew Barrymore is beautiful and charming but that does not a film make. Garry Marshall wouldn't have handled Fallon's brand of funny as well. Even James L. Brooks couldn't have made Drew's power-hungry work-a-holic endearing. It took the Farrelly's to make this film work and the result is a very standard but very sweet film.