Director: Wayne Wang
There's possibly just one, and only one, intriguing thing about Maid in Manhattan—it's been made by a rather ethnically-inclined company called Red Om Films. Otherwise, the movie's as predictable as any Mills and Boon novel. However, the leftovers of the M&B romance have been suitably garnished to keep pace with our changing times. And that makes Maid in Manhattan more than just trash—it's a square mix of yesterday and today and pretends to be nothing more than a fluff-'n-confection fairy-tale for the 21st century. Like it or lump it, in accordance with your levels of mush toleration.
There are some old-worldly elements—like the wistful strains of Simon and Garfunkel's Me and Julio that set the credits rolling. What follows is the life and times of today's supermom, played by the subdued and disappointingly decorous Jennifer...