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Two other adverbs will come to mind after you see this: never again. Films released as tie-ins with obscenely commercialized “holidays” are rarely any good, and this Valentine’s Day destination is no exception. What makes Definitely, Maybe all the more excruciating is the desperate attempt to launch bland beefcake Ryan Reynolds into A-list stardom.

Ad exec Will Hayes (Reynolds) recounts to his daughter (Breslin) how he met her mother, leading to the recapitulation of three romances: with college sweetheart Emily (Banks) and two women he met shortly after arriving in New York City in 1992 to work on the Bill Clinton campaign (Fisher and Weisz). Writer-director Adam Brooks grapples with the definition of romantic comedy, whose main tenet is battle between the sexes. But there are no equals here; Banks, Fisher and Weisz must downplay their gifts in deference to the limited talents of their leading man.

Last summer’s The Nines featured Reynolds without his shirt, showing off his major asset. Fully clothed throughout Definitely, Maybe, the star finds his greatest challenge in keeping up with Breslin, whose cuteness in Little Miss Sunshine has finally tipped over to aggressive cloyingness. In the end, the only intersex conflict is that between a 31-year-old hunk and an 11-year-old moppet fighting for fame. How romantic.