There aren't many good things in this Eddie Murphy equivalent of a Rock Hudson-Doris Day comedy, set in a (fashion) world almost entirely populated with black people, and with photography dedicated to the worship of one E. Murphy.

The wittily barbed exchanges between Hudson and Day (and Tony Randall) are replaced with four-letter words and a dinner party scene rife with reference to sex, one that ends with the parents of a prospective boyfriend having sex in the bathroom for an hour. Funny, huh?

It's as glossy as those comedies of yesteryear, but without any of the finesse. So who expects finesse in an Eddie Murphy film? Halle Berry is an attractive heroine, but all in all this was another backward step for Murphy's career on a downward slide not arrested until he made The Nutty Professor.