A young woman (Amy Adams) follows her boyfriend (Adam Scott) to Ireland to invoke the Irish tradition that allows her to propose to him on February 29—but to get to him in Dublin, she must depend on an Irish bartender (Matthew Goode) who bugs her to no end. Deborah Kaplan and Harry Elfont’s script is an uncredited update of the 1945 British classic I Know Where I’m Going, with 21st-century wrinkles that are more annoying than amusing. Fortunately, Adams can carry even a weaker script than this (and has); she projects a tender vulnerability that makes her character sympathetic even when she’s being snippy and unreasonable. Decent chemistry between Adams and Goode helps, too (and Adams’ lack of chemistry with Scott makes the ending a foregone conclusion). Anand Tucker’s direction is blandly conscientious.