Try to relate to this flick’s smart/dumb-stereotyped characters. Just try.

Any hope you had is lost when the protagonist (played by the dull, forgettable Dennis Quaid) falls for Sarah Jessica Parker.

Every indie film trope is present, but the writing is utterly pedestrian and fails at every attempt at humour. Despite Ellen Page’s presence. (Along with Thomas Haden Church, she’s wasted.) The visuals were adequate, which is about all I can say with any shred of optimism for 300: Battle of Artemisia.