As synthetic as a rubber rose.

It's just too bad the intended charm is applied with a shovel instead of a trowel. Romantic comedy is a delicate flower that can be smothered by too much fertilizer.

Greenfingers is by no means a poor film, mainly frustratingly pleasant, with any depth that could be applied to the redemption of a murderer cast aside to well-worn and all too familiar genre staples.

I can't remember if i've ever seen a movie good or bad that wasn't made better by the presence of either of these actors.