Picture it. It's the end of the film and you see the "heroine" running down a busy street, or swimming across the freezing lake, or racing to an airport, or doing some crazy, unrealistic act of passion to reach the man of her dreams. She finally reaches him, and as they stare deeply into each others eyes, she professes her love to him, admits to making a mistake (a mistake which probably involved some kind of miscommunication or a fight that escalated due to the heroine's fear of falling in love--you choose.) They embrace and cue in inspirational orchestral piece and a fade into black. Did your heart swell a bit? Don't lie, I won't judge.
Now, having said that I didn't hate the film. I would give it a 3.0 out of 5. The film is riddled with flaws, but Anna Farris is a doll (even though her voice can get to an ear shattering pitch.) Chris Evan's made sure that his contract insured lack of clothes for half of the movie (not that I was complaining) but the chemistry between Farris and Evans did carry the movie depsite its problems.
I can't say I would suggest it, but I say check it out when it pops up on your HBO on Demand.