The year is 1962. Small-town girl Barbara Novak (Zellweger) has written "Down with Love," a self-help book explaining how women can be empowered if they forget about love. She advises casual sex and chocolate as substitutes. Journalist Catcher Block (McGregor), a cocky Hugh Hefner/James Bond sorta guy, avoids interviewing the feminist author until her book becomes a best seller. Fearing Novak’s philosophy is a threat to his playboy lifestyle, Block decides to make the popular writer fall in love with him. How? By pretending to be Zip Martin, a shy astronaut who believes in celibacy until true love comes along. He will then write an article exposing Novak as a fraud.  

As we all know, the best laid plans of mice and men (especially of men who are rats) sometimes go awry. Block and Novak fall for each other in spite of themselves. And they have lots of help along the way from their friends, played hilariously by David Hyde Pierce and Sarah Paulson, who also become attracted to each other. 

McGregor and Zellweger are marvelous together as they toss zingers back and forth. He simply oozes masculinity as Catcher Block and sensitivity as Zip Martin; she uses her trademark pinched face expression to comic advantage here. My only complaint is that numerous scenes throughout this film cry out for the addition of singing and dancing. Down with Love  should have been a musical. I know what you’re thinking. “She wants every movie to be a musical.” Yes, but this one REALLY should be one. When you see the terrific number the two stars perform during the film’s closing credits you’ll know what I mean. 

Although Zellweger failed to impress me with her musical talent in Chicago, she shines as McGregor’s partner. And, while McGregor already proved his vocal ability in Moulin Rouge, he’s more playful and fun to watch in his Down with Love routine. I wanted more!

(Released by 20^th Century Fox and rated “PG-13” for sexual humor and dialogue.)                       

Review also posted at ReelTalk Movie Reviews.