I am the biggest Madonna fan in the entire world but even I can find very little to like in this horrifically bad comedy-drama, about a single woman who has a child with her gay best friend (Rupert Everett). While Madonna is far more relaxed and charming than she's ever been in a film before, her work is completely unraveled by incoherent direction by John Schlesinger and a pitiful script by Thomas Ropelewski (which she and Everett supposedly contributed to). Everett's performance is a lot more grating than his best friend role in My Best Friend's Wedding, especially when the script takes him to an annoying extreme of saintliness as the plot progresses. It wouldn't be half as bad a movie if the first two-thirds of the story were developed into a more personal final conclusion, but instead it veers into a Kramer Vs. Kramer-like courtroom case that turns its main characters into the most unlikable idiots. Benjamin Bratt is once again useless and charisma-free as Madonna's boyfriend, a guy who throws the wrench in the perfect clockwork of their dull family existence, while Neil Patrick Harris and Illeana Douglas contribute a lot of good energy in their small appearances. At least Madonna looks like she's having fun (and for the record, I LOVE the accent!)