Hugh Grant's playing Hugh Grant again, at a wedding that could turn out to be his funeral. Sounds like a winning formula, even though the Grant character - in familiar casual jacket, open-necked blue shirt and jokes about floppy hair - is nearing its sell-by date. The problem with this romantic comedy is that we share Hugh's embarrassments rather than laugh at them, something for which director Kelly Makin must take the blame - especially as the thriller aspects of his plot work better than the comedy. Otherwise well-produced and smoothly made, the caper has Hugh as an auction house manager who falls for Mafioso's daughter Jeanne Tripplehorn. She warns him he won't be able to evade the clutches of the 'family'. He doesn't believe her. He's wrong. Soon he's knee-deep in laundered money and posing as a gangster known as Mickey Blue Eyes. Another Grant - Cary - might have carried this off without making us squirm, but Hugh's doleful diffidence is unsuited to such subterfuge. In support, Margaret Devine is wonderful as his breathy secretary.