My Super Ex-Girlfriend

The idea is eminently infantile.

Ultimately, the star-power smoke screen withers, and you're left with a silly film, a couple of decent jokes, and an entirely too-predictable plot.

For Ivan Reitman, Ghostbusters continues to cast one hell of a shadow. Shame - if he'd managed to resist the lure of big, shiny FX, this could have worked as a very black comedy...

At one point, jealous Thurman tosses a live shark into Matt and Hannah's love nest. Unwittingly plunged into this farrago, the shark earns my sympathy.

With such an amiable cast and lots of crisp dialogue, you can forgive the chinks in the armour.

...A movie that would rather tweak male paranoia than liberate a nerdette terrified of her powers.

Uma Thurman certainly throws herself into the role with energy and gusto.

Not that bad, but could have been much more.

My Super Ex-Girlfriend never really takes off into comedic deep space, but it's not exactly earthbound, either. A lot of this is funny stuff -- honest. Summer movie comedy lovers might have a similar reaction.

A pleasant, harmless distraction that's plenty of fun if you want a lighter take on the world of caped crusaders