By Leonard Maltin | Leonard Maltin August 20, 2010 at 4:00AM
The Switch is the kind of movie that gives romantic comedies a bad name. I won’t dwell on the welcome-to-the-21st century premise, in which a guy substitutes his sperm for that of an official donor as his so-called best friend is about to be inseminated. Nor will I comment on whether or not I ever want to hear the words “sperm” and “romantic comedy” in the same sentence again. I like Jennifer Aniston and Jason Bateman and don’t like to see them wasting their time in a mediocrity like—
—this, not to mention such talented costars as Patrick Wilson, Juliette Lewis and Jeff Goldblum.
Notice I said “mediocrity,” not “turkey.” I’ve seen worse films, and so have you. But after watching the picture for a while, I noticed my foot was tapping involuntarily. I realized I was marking time, just waiting for it to be over. A mainstream romantic comedy with attractive stars should be more than just a time-filler, shouldn’t it? ‘Nuff said.