Leslie Wright (Queen Latifah) is a no nonsense physical therapist who gets the opportunity of a lifetime. She is commissioned to work with NBA All-Star Scott McKnight (Common) after he wrecks his knee. The rehabilitation begins to work well until Leslie finds herself wanting to more than just Scott’s therapist. Oblivious to her romantic overtures, McKnight is instead drawn to the affections of Leslie's childhood friend Morgan (Paula Patton), who has her sights set on being an NBA trophy wife. Leslie is forced to choose between her career, her best friend, and her heart’s desire in the ultimate quest to end up in a place that’s "Just Wright".

     Queen Latifah CAN act. Why she insists on attaching herself to mediocrity is beyond me. I thought she excelled in The Secret Life of Bees and she was definitely in her element as "Motormouth" Maybelle in 2007’s Hairspray. She did ok here, but with a script this subpar and a supporting cast of characters that belong in a high school production of "Rent", she couldn’t give the kiss of life to this flop. To me, this is something that I would skip over on my resume if I were Queen Latifah. Common was supposed to be her support throughout most of the film and although I have liked him in the past here it felt like he was reading off cue cards. He was attempting to imitate what he’s seen every male lead in an African American rom/com do in the past. It was a valiant effort and I don’t discount anyone’s skills, but this was just atrocious.

     One of the main issues I had with this film was the script. It was cookie cutter and predictable, but I could almost look past that because I am so used to it being prevalent in this genre. The super fail came in the words. The lines were so cheesy and pun-nish. At one point Common actually says to Leslie Wright: "Leslie, you just ‘wright’ for me". There are worse lines than that, but I will spare you the agony. Writer Michael Elliot needs to team up with Tyler Perry because if film writing is anything like mathematics, then two negatives would make a positive and the world would be a better place. But with writing credits including Like Mike and Like Mike 2 under his belt, I suppose I was somewhat aware of what to expect from Mr. Elliot.

     I wouldn’t waste my time in a theater with this unless you really are a sucker for a predictable cheesy rom/com with incredibly painful lines and mediocre acting. If you must, wait for the DVD, but even that might be giving this thing too much credit.