If you stir through this watery soup, you can occasionally glimpse the ingredients director Scott Hicks was playing with in the kitchen and see what his dish was supposed to be (an emotionally-stunted chef discovers love when she takes in an orphaned niece and meets a man) but the movie is served up in such a limp fashion and with so little energy, it takes on the flavour of a reprimand levelled at a successful career woman who, even though she is able to run the kitchen of a popular New York restaurant and takes in an orphaned niece without hestitation and is polite, calm and friendly with neighbours and colleagues, is nonetheless treated like a mental case, called a loon, and ushered off to therapy sessions with a psychologist because she isn't devastated at not having an Aaron Eckard with Point Break tresses in her life.
★☆☆☆☆
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