Miss Conception: Critic Reviews

Graham is charming, but Miss Conception is a cloddish biological-clock bedroom farce.

Miscast and miscalculated, Miss Conception hopes to collect on Hollywood's recent baby-on-board craze, delivering instead the least credible take on human pregnancy since Arnold Schwarzenegger gave birth in Junior.

It feels more like a small-screen distraction.

Miss Conception isn't so much a movie as an extended sitcom -- it looks like one, it acts like one, it reduces everything to the lowest common denominator like one.

A misconceived hodge podge of genuine romantic comedy and plastic story

A pretty innocuous and bland bit of fluff, although some will undoubtedly be annoyed that it furthers the myth that all women in their 30s have insane baby-fever.

It's worth a look to see Graham flourish away from the punishing Hollywood radar, delivering a tender, sillyheart performance that restores some faith in her skill, and singlehandedly makes a formulaic film a rewarding sit.

Eric Styles and writer Camilla Leslie have made a punishingly unfunny trifle about sex, love and maternity in which both women and men are flatter than magazines--walking, talking issues of Lady's Home Journal and Maxim.

A film that views heterosexual relationships with the sensitivity of a beer commercial.

It doesn't take long to recognize this cloyingly cute comedy for what it really is: misconceived.

Can we knock it off already with the mandatory mommy movies? Plus, you know a film's in trouble when there's a whole lot more chemistry and emotional depth between the girlfriends, than with Graham and any or all of those potential male suitor studs.