When you’re 18 and you harass a woman over the phone, show up at her windowsill with a Boombox, and tell her that your plans are to spend as much time with her as humanly possible, it’s cute. Endearing. Romantic, even. It was called Say Anything. But what if the Say Anything script involved 40 year olds, it was too “zany” for its own damn good, and it featured Jennifer Aniston with a hair color just right to completely wash out her face.
We’d call it Management, a stalker-romance. The Stalker: Steve Zahn, who is awesome, but nevertheless has a way of turning on you in bad movies. In good ones, he’s quirky and likable. In bad ones, he makes you want to reach down his throat and pull out his uvula. Management doesn’t look like a particularly decent movie, but it doesn’t feature Mathew McConaughey, it’s not based on a chick lit novel, and it doesn’t revolve around a wedding. I call that as close to a win as you can get in the current rom-com era.