Janeane is as alluring as she's ever been onscreen - which is about as alluring as Gerard Depardieu in a leotard. (But - funnily enough - I really was attracted to Janeane at the time of this movie's release, for - and this sounds corny - her brain. She was never going to subsume wild fantasies of Jennifer Aniston or those blond MILF newswomen who smile coyly as they tell of mass death, but Janeane definitely orbited as a fantasy contender.)

Written by first-timer Audrey Wells and directed by Michael Lehmann (Airheads 1994, Hudson Hawk 1991- now there's a powerful pedigree), The Truth About Cats and Dogs shares the same contradictions as Shallow Hal (see that article for more in-depth delving - I really couldn't be bothered affording this gloppy Romantic Comedy any more web space); pretending a pretty girl is unattractive until she needs to be portrayed as attractive, at which point suddenly the lighting will be numinous and the filter will be soft-focus. At which point I rip the arms off a droid like a Wookiee.

Ben Chaplin is the British love interest who "autonomously" falls in lust with Thurman, until he is brought round to realizing that he can "intellectually" fall in love with Janeane. Yes, after 4 billion years, let's subvert evolution in one afternoon.

Jamie Foxx provides two good laughs - or maybe one - and there are pets and other annoying organisms taking up valuable breathing space onscreen.

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