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TWO WEEKS NOTICE The best thing that can be said about Two Weeks Notice is that at least it isn't Maid In Manhattan. Still, during a holiday season that could have benefited from a choice romantic comedy, it's depressing to note that Hollywood went 0-for-2 this Christmas -- even a soggy Nora Ephron-Tom Hanks-Meg Ryan confection would have been preferable to this dismal duo. Sandra Bullock again plays a rumpled, neurotic lonelyheart, while Hugh Grant serves up his umpteenth variation on his patented role as a superficial, self-centered bachelor. Between them, they manage to wring out a couple of nice moments, but not nearly enough to matter. Bullock plays an environmental attorney who boasts that she's like a "bobcat" and a "pretzel" in the sack (this is in opposition to the movie itself, which is more like a defanged kitten and a soggy cracker); Grant co-stars as the cad millionaire for whom she works, and with whom she eventually becomes infatuated. This is the third time writer-director Marc Lawrence has teamed with Bullock, having also written her previous mediocrities Miss Congeniality and Forces of Nature. For God's sake, someone stop them before they shoot again. 
OPENS FRIDAY:
A Guy Thing (Jason Lee, Julia Stiles).
The Hours (Meryl Streep, Nicole Kidman).
Kangaroo Jack (Jerry O'Connell, Anthony Anderson).
National Security (Martin Lawrence, Steve Zahn).
Rabbit-Proof Fence (Everlyn Sampi, Kenneth Branagh).
