I have a hard time taking Brendan Fraser seriously ever since I saw him in George of the Jungle. The Mummy and The Mummy Returns didn't change my opinion, although all three movies were fun to watch. What I'm trying to say is a serious leading man he is not. And even though as the protagonist Fletcher, he utters a few sensitive lines, it's hard to imagine the pretty face in this flick falling for him.

Incidentally, the pretty face is Joanna Going who does a respectable acting job as Roz, a calloused money conning girl of the world. The film also has an old movie favorite, Celeste Holm as Fletcher's grandmother.

The premise of the storyline, that Fletcher and his male ancestors all conjure up images of their true love and then track them down where ever they are on the planet, is not the only part of this film that I have trouble with. Fletcher's favorite place is an old adobe church that appears to sit in the middle of a desert, yet Fletcher's nearby home looks like a Louisiana plantation. And BTW, how does this lowly down-to-earth street puppeteer fund his world travels? Celeste implies that she gave him the "big" house because he had come of age or something like that. But that doesn't explain his magic income, if there is one. Maybe everyone in San Antonio, Texas is a millionaire and I just missed it.

This movie was better than watching commercials, but you can do something better with your time.