If you're not put off by the utterly generic title of this reputed romantic comedy from Brandon Camp, you may be undone by the dreary maudlin filler. This contrived tale of a professional grief counselor (Aaron Eckhart) still devastated by his own loss, who meets an agreeably quirky florist (Jennifer Aniston) is just a feeble rom-com mish-mash crammed onto the back of a postcard from Seattle. Most of the film is like being trapped in a self-help seminar you never signed up for. (If I really could move forward, I'd get up and walk out of the theater.) When we're not sharing and caring with grieving strangers, we're the third wheel on a couple of those silly only-in-the-movies dates. (If you've ever wanted to see Aniston pilot a cherry-picker, this is your chance.) What this film lacks in too-cute kids and fancy cupcakes, it makes up for with a mouthy parrot and a hookah bar. There's also a nutty bit with Martin Sheen as a sempre fi Marine that made me wonder if the actor had lost a bet with the director. So, to recap: lots of boo-hoo and a forced giggle or two; Eckhart looks good in expensive suits and Aniston wears a lot of cute wool hats; Martin, we hardly knew you -- and for me, that's about all that happened.