Two young people (Lance Bass of ’N Sync and Emmanuelle Chriqui) meet on Chicago’s el train, and he spends the rest of the movie trying to find her without even knowing her name. The moronic contrivances of Eric Aronson and Paul Stanton’s script quickly become infuriating—if any of these characters had even a double-digit IQ, there’d be no movie. The film is hasty and sloppy, with pointless subplots that add nothing but running time. Profanity is clumsily bowdlerized: we see the lip movements for “ass” while hearing “butt” on the soundtrack (apparently the producers realized they were risking a rating that might keep ’N Sync’s pre-teen fans out of the seats). Props don’t even match from one scene to the next. Bass’ band-mate Joey Fatone co-stars as one of his oafish, bird-brained roommates.