isn't quite bad enough to enjoy for camp value

Paris definitely wear the pants in this ho hum extra-lite romantic comedy, and I think I can pretty accurately report that she keeps them on down under, from beginning to end.

Except for Hilton's delusion that she has comic (or any) talent, the movie's worst sin is that it is inept 95 percent of the time. The remaining 5 percent is kind of cute.

It is excruciatingly, painfully, horribly, terribly awful.

The story is silly, which needn't have been a drawback -- it might have served as the basis for a frothy romantic fantasy. Unfortunately, the script (by first-timer Heidi Ferrer) is limp and witless, and faintly offensive.

It's a horrible, horrible movie but not because of anything Ms. Hilton does or does not do. In fact, even the actress playing the Nottie is perfectly fine. It's a disgusting film with men so repulsive, even the campy socialite deserves a better project.

Tom Putnam and Heidi Ferrer's gross-out romantic comedy, a vehicle for the persona of vapid celebutante Paris Hilton, is preposterous, disingenuous, remarkably unfunny and genuinely distasteful.