A baby-crazed California-Irish lawyer babe hears her biological clock ticking and does some pretty dumb stunts in Gardner’s latest (after Give Gravity a Chance, 1998, not reviewed). Kyna O’Mera has been looking for Mr. Right for 20 years, and at 38 is desperate enough to be happy when she spots the obituary of her hunk car-mechanic’s wife. She throws herself at Mort and his two kids, giving up her thriving practice in divorce cases temporarily in order to be Mort’s full-time babysitter. Mort has more torque than tenderness in his gear ratio, but Kyna appears ready to accept his brutish shortcomings in order to bear a child—until Norm comes knocking on her office door to ask her to handle his divorce. He’s a hunk, too, and already smitten with her, and a defense attorney to boot, so she puts her grease monkey on ice in order to go hot and heavy with Norm while she handles his case. Unfortunately, in the midst of the trial Kyna learns he’s had a vasectomy (whoops—no babies from him), and back she goes to Mort. Do pregnancy, marital bliss, and the virtues of a blue-collar existence win out? Not when Mort starts training his four-year-old son to use a handgun.
A shocker mocking romantic comedy: this leaves you feeling drained and duped.