So many movies resemble earlier movies that the critic can quite often get a weird sense of having been here before. But it wasn't until a few minutes into this ropey ensemble/relationship comedy that I grasped the reason for my sinking feeling of deja-vu-all-over-again. I had seen it before: it is a remake of a 2001 Italian movie called L'Ultimo Bacio, or The Last Kiss, and sticks reasonably closely to the original. It however removes the wacky, melodramatic Italian charm and seeks to replace it with coffee-table good taste on the subject of fidelity, monogamy and sex.

Youngish Zach Braff, whose perky face, as comfy and squashy as an old cushion, makes him one of cinema's most unwelcome incomers, plays a guy whose girlfriend (Jacinda Barrett) has got pregnant, triggering an almighty quarter-life crisis. All his buddies are in unhappy marriages or relationships and his parents' generation seem to have done no better. He feels trapped. So did I. Trapped in a terrible movie populated by people who look human but are actually androids mouthing romcom dialogue and middlebrow relationshipspeak, foreign to anyone in the real world.