The idea of a dream guy who on closer inspection turns out to be horrendous has potential, but the movie itself is pretty dismal. It relies heavily on Ellen's inability to put together a sentence like, "he's not my boyfriend, he's a psycho." This sort of thing worked better in silent movies, where writer's didn't have to bed over backwards coming up with dialogue that doesn't say anything. Ellen was just too much of a victim and the movie failed to take advantage of her charm and played her as pretty much of a doormat. Pullman actually managed to get more laughs with his sincere stalker, but neither he nor Ellen had much of anything to work with. It's basically watchable, and there's an occasional laugh, and Cusack is always amusing, but really, no excuse for something this poor to have been made and released.
Oddly enough, my girlfriend liked this a fair amount.
Oddly enough, my girlfriend liked this a fair amount.