Reese Witherspoon — the blonde — is at it again: An up-and-coming fashion designer becomes engaged to her upper-crust politically-involved boyfriend.(His mother, played by Candice Bergen as the personified bitch, is the mayor of New York.) Her dilemma being that she’s not exactly the person she’s recreated herself as. So it’s off to Alabama to get a divorce after walking out on her childhood love seven years ago. Her next dilemma being: what if she’s still in love with him?! Directed by Andy Tennant, preoccupied in the past with fairytale love (Ever After, Anna and the King), despite the contemporary — not to mention unimaginative — setting, he doesn’t completely abandon those lofty ideals. As if already expecting critical complaint towards the movie, Tennant is immediately defensive, throwing in lines like: “What if they [clothing critics] hate me?”/ “They’re critics, they hate themselves.” It’s virtually uncategorizable as a romance insofar as Reese and her ‘bama husband spend the majority of the movie fighting, while she is absent from her fiancé. Sweet Home Alabama predictably pulls the rug out from under itself with the last minute razdumat’ of who she will marry or remain married to. And hitherto, nothing is displayed to support her end decision, the typical cop-out. In addition to the lacking chemistry, the absence of romance, it is neither very funny. By remaining in the fantasy world of fairytales, Tennant’s ignorance of reality wraps his movie in a superficiality of immaturity.
With Patrick Dempsey, Josh Lucas, Melanie Lynskey, Mary Kay Place and Jean Smart[Not to be bothered with.]