The most boring sort of cookie-cutter Hallmark movie with all the passion of a Sears clothing catalog. The two leads are unable to squeeze any chemistry out of the laughably basic script: I'm a ____, but you're a ____, and sparks fly because we both ____. I passed the time by trying to comprehend just how depressing it must've been to actually write, produce, and act in this.
Review of Love in the Forecast
