It’s not entirely their fault. The only novel twist in the script is that Zoe, tired of waiting to meet the right man, has decided to have a baby on her own. This leads to such distinctive delights as watching Lopez sit on the toilet with a home pregnancy kit, trying to relax and pee while little Nuts looks on quizzically (“Aw…”). Otherwise, the whole thing is like a Franken-romcom, made from parts dug up at midnight. On the very day she is artificially inseminated, Zoe meets Stan, a hunky, good-natured cheese maker who inexplicably keeps an apartment in the city though he has a sprawling farm upstate. He also has a distressingly well-developed torso, and O’Loughlin’s often pained facial expression may be because he’s in a constant state of flex. The possibility that he might rupture something from all the flexing provides the only real tension in the movie, since he’s so perfectly nice and caring that there’s never any question about whether they should be together.
Weirdly, a movie about a single woman who decides to have a baby makes other single mothers the butts of endless jokes about their neediness, their hippie-dippy water-birthing, their inappropriate breast-feeding of a three-year-old, etc. The elderly get equal mockery, so there’s that….
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