Jenny McCarthy's sketch-comedy work on MTV in the mid-'90s, the stacked
Playboy bunny had decent comic instincts, and a rare eagerness to laugh
at herself. Which is why Dirty Love, her self-written comeback vehicle
(directed by her soon-to-be-ex-husband), is so dispiriting. McCarthy is still a
tremendously appealing presence, but her script about a gal who tries to move on
after her himbo boyfriend kicks her to the curb is pure amateur hour. The
disparity is really amazing: McCarthy's sheer brio is stranded in a sea of
misfiring gags and incongruous schmaltz.