It’s not the greateast movie, but I enjoyed it. I was ready for it to be abysmal but I like cheesy love stories, so I suspended my disbelief for a second and my little voice telling me “Of course he’s going to win” and enjoyed the ride. I like Kirsten Dunst and her character was fun. I have a little knowledge of tennis – I played a bit but not that much, so it was just enough to enjoy it without wondering what the hell was happening, but I wasn’t angry at mistakes or anything like that. The movie reminded me of watching finals with my dad, so that was nice.

Apparently this was originally meant as a Hugh Grant vehicle – ::shudder:: – I can’t imagine even the Briget Jones-era ‘bad boy’ Grant pulling off the underwear selection scene. Or any of the rest of it. Paul Bettany is the absolutely only thing worth watching in this movie. Why isn’t he in more films, really? Where was I? Oh yes. I imagine that if I actually liked tennis I’d’ve hated this movie, as it was… meh.

I would have to guess that the director of “Wimbledon” has never been to Wimbledon, has never watched Wimbledon on TV and has, in fact, never watched a tennis match before. Everything about the game play and the tournament rang false (a semi-final on a small, outside court???) and the shots were just bizarrely set up. Kirsten Dunst was horribly miscast, but Paul Bettany was light and refreshing—and more importantly, believable as a tennis player.