Yes, I know “Along Came Polly” is more than a year old. Yes, I’m sure most of you have already seen it, or decided not to. Sorry, I don’t usually see movies in the theater. You will come to learn that all my reviews are this way. Get over it. Jeez, sue me.

When I saw the commercials for this romantic comedy, I really wanted to see it. I like Ben Stiller’s comedic style and even if she can’t act, Jennifer Aniston is hot. (Ooh… Did I say that out loud? Sorry, Tammy.) Unfortunately, all the best jokes were in the commercials. I still laughed out loud at a few of them, they’re that funny, but my hopes that there would be other laugh-out-loud moments were dashed.

The basic story is that Stiller, a seriously paranoid insurance risk analyst, meets and marries the girl of his dreams, only to find her… ahem… knocking flippers with a French scuba guide while on their honeymoon. Struggling to cope and move on, he runs into Aniston, a free spirit that he knows from his grade school days. She leads him on several misadventures that go completely against his obsessive nature.

There are several side plots that, in my opinion, distract from the main story, going down long rabbit trails in search of a laugh or two.

The final verdict is that, while the movie is enjoyable, it’s barely worth the “New Release” rental rate. It amounts to an average, predictable, romantic comedy with just enough laughs to keep you from being mad about wasting two hours, which earns “Along Came Polly” two out of five grins.