I was excited to see Love and Other Drugs because it was filmed in Pittsburgh, and because it stars one very dreamy Jake Gyllenhaal as well as Judy Greer who I find kooky perfection in just about anything, and because it was helmed by Edward Zwick and Marshall Herskovitz who, along with the ever-wonderful Winnie Holzman, were the masters behind MY SO-CALLED LIFE, the BEST SHOW TO EVER EXIST (right there with Buffy, that is, and Daria and The Mary Tyler Moore Show and post-season one 30 Rock and, okay fine, also Dexter, even though he’s a stinkin’ boy).

But. Angela Chase be damned, Love and Other Drugs was horrible. Also, very naked. Not even Anne Hathaway’s constantly exposed manic-pixie-dreamgirl tits saved Love and Other Drugs from its lack of heart, focus and plausibility.

And the film didn’t even acknowledge its Pittsburgh setting! “Ohio River Valley” my ass.