Forget the Morgans and this flop movie. A couple with marital problems witness a murder and are dispatched to Wyoming some place to hide out in the witness protection program. What a cute premise for a rom-com: somebody got croaked and the killer wants to croak more people. Every comedy should predicate its humor on murder and stalking. Sarah Jessica Parker and Hugh Grant are the couple who reconstruct their love on the foundation of a violent death, and their acting is even more abysmal than expected. Parker emotes as well as a tumble weed, and Grant's same old tiresome "Ain't I just soooo debonair?" bit makes you want to destroy something. The chemistry between them is as inert as decomposing lead. Sam Elliot, as the easy-going bumpkin sheriff that shelters the couple, is about the only plus of this movie. He deserves special praise when you consider he had to work with Parker, Grant, and the snot-nosed Mary Steenburgen. Listening to her droning, nasally, whiny noise can lead to insanity. Try to imagine an off-key air raid siren that won't shut off: you have Steenburgen. As for the plot of this thing, it goes nowhere, has few funny lines, and means nothing. May the Morgans disappear and never be heard from again.
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