The bright spot in this boggy botched mess is Amy Adams, a fine and always interesting actress who sparkles and shines here despite the stilted storyline, preposterous improbabilities and an artificially sweetened storybook ending.
...generic romantic comedy about a beautiful young woman (Amy Adams, experiencing a career low) who plans to land her commitment-shy boyfriend by flying to Ireland and surprising him by proposing on Feb. 29
Call us old-fashioned, but we expect some actual funny moments in our romantic comedies; you can‚(TM)t get by on charming lead actors and pretty scenery alone. Especially when the storyline is so massively predictable.
Golden Age Hollywood charm with the obligatory modern Hollywood schmaltz thrown in, this will rile anyone who's been within 100 miles of the real Ireland, but run with it and it's an enjoyable fantasy all the same.
Adams is perky and watchable and almost saves the film. But it's so dumb: how come the eventual proposal, supposedly set a few yards from the Dingle pub, seems to take place on the Cliffs of Moher, 75 miles away?
Amy Adams can add sparkle to even the most lacklustre screenplays and that seems to be her function in Leap Year, a disappointing romantic comedy set in the kind of Ireland that only exists in the movies.