Addicted to Love Reviews
AND YET I really enjoy watching this movie. I think it's because while Ryan and Broderick come across as reality-challenged possessive assholes, Tcheky Karyo is just a load of fun to watch. He starts off as just another asshole but watching him descend into poverty, misery and affliction until he's a weeping, sobbing wreck is - well, it just hits a weird combination of notes of both amusing and sympathy-arousing. I ended up really liking the guy by the end, despite what a complete asshole he was in the beginning (girlfriend stealing, oversharing sex story talking, weeeeeeeeird sexual fetish revolving around skulls...)
In short it's a very lighthearted and fun little watch, if you're willing to *completely* forego thinking about it. At all. Which hey, there's a billion summer blockbusters out there whose excuse for being terrible is "we're just mindless fun!", so I'm willing to let Addicted to Love use the same reasoning.
I don't know if I can especially believe any of these four people as a couple, though. Matthew Broderick is kind of meh as a romantic lead, Meg Ryan is psychotic and a bit weird here (and not in a cute, quirky way either, although I think she's meant to be), the Frenchman is hammy and Kelly Preston does the vapid airhead role and can't really care about her.
I think this only works because it's an older movie now and you don't see a lot of this cast now in movies, so it's kind of a fun flashback. I can imagine it would have been panned on release.