Iscove's film has its own brand of charm and is reasonable enough in its ambitions that it's awfully hard to resist.

She's All That is not likely to make a mark or be remembered by anyone for very long, but it's harmless enough and useful for finding the finer points of this genre.

A formula flick.

The tempo of the film does well to cure the unlikely romance with just the right amount of anxiety and the leads -- especially Cook, who is wonderfully promising here -- create an earnestly heartfelt chemistry.

With She's All That, we see how true garbage may nevertheless teem with a life of its own.

It's wretchedly predictable, inconsistently funny and not always well-written. It's enjoyable enough, but a truly good movie it's not.

Considering that all of us (even, one surmises, the young viewers smack in the hairlines of this movie's demographic gunsights) can guess where this story is going, why is the last third of this film so unrelentingly slow?

The dance stops eventually, and then those darn kids start talking again. Way to ruin the mood.