In the tradition of meet-cute road films, Overnight Delivery finds two unlikely companions who make a mad dash to stop an overnight delivery. Luminous Reese Witherspoon plays Ivy Miller, an ambitious, hard-working college gal who makes extra money by "flash dancing" at a local joint. Ivy meets devastated Wyatt Trips (Paul Rudd), who believes his girlfriend, Kim, who attends college in the South, is cheating on him. Ivy helps Wyatt write an insulting break-up letter, but when a misunderstanding is revealed, Wyatt and Ivy scramble to stop delivery. This film shares more than a few similarities with 1999's higher-profile Forces of Nature, and while it's no doubt fluffy, and its setups derivative, Witherspoon and Rudd are very likeable. One of the film's notably sweet scenes is between Ivy and a local sheriff, who's fingerprinting her after the duo has been arrested. Overnight Delivery was originally written by the uncredited Kevin Smith, who penned the far hipper Chasing Amy. The film still bears some of Smith's trademark dialogue, even though the tone and look are far removed from his previous efforts. Larry Drake does a fine job as the determined delivery guy. --N.F. Mendoza
Slut? Oh, oh, no. If I wanna bag a professor from one of my classes, I will, but nobody, and I mean nobody, calls me a slut, so the next time you feel like casting aspersions on my character, try remembering that this quote unquote slut is driving your judgmental ass all the way to Des Moines. So a little decency would be in order. Got it? Good.
Try this! Kim you snotty little pig I was delighted to learn of your infidelity your puritanical attitudes towards sex were just childish and insecure.
Ooh insecure give me something about her weight. She's one of those five, eight hundred pound girls that always gonna say "I'm fat I'm fat"
Ok! My stomach turned the last time we made out & your gut flapped against me, those cellulite packed cactuses you call thighs with the razor sharp stubble called to mind a fifth rate porno actress that I once jerked off to during the tenure of our sorry marriage of convenient. Now I can finally tell all my friends how nauseating you are to mate with. Rot in Hell! Trips.