Ok! A good 1.5 hrs of sweat over chocolate-loving, love-bubbling, smiles(loads of it) and cries-thats what Hitch is. It fails miserably to bring out the characterisitics of the common man. Come on dude(Smith), a person who is so introvert that he cant even sit straight in an interview with the BOD cannot, and will not, possibly go to a love-fixing specialist (Smith) for starting a romantic episode with the CEO of his company. Love doestn happen in that way. Its not something that can be fixed, and if a person can really make a living with that, he must be paid real poorly. But I believe Hitch has an inner meaning to it perhaps, one that we see and we dont. The obese, fultoo nervous fellow who hires Smith’s services is one that lives in everyone of us. The suspense, the fear of the outcome, the lack of confidence, the inferiority complex that arises when we see people having things that we ourselves dont, thats him. And Hitch epitomises the warm-feeling that we stipidly harbor, that may be there is a chance, a chance even if that is in a thousand. Yeah I know I must be talking rubbish ’’What love’’, ’’Is there anything called love’’? But if anyone out there believes in it(Listens to too much of Celin Dion or Boyzone crap) can definitely go ahead and watch this movie.
But there is nothing real to be learnt.