For what it's worth, I didn't think Valentine's Day was the worst thing in the world. Now, that's not to say that I liked it — the last sentence of Karina Longworth's review sums it up pretty nicely — but, trust me, I've seen far, far worse. Like New Year's Eve, for instance, which made me hate my life and everything that's good and decent. It's not that this latest comedy from Garry Marshall is incompetent and lazy: It's that it's insufferably smug about it. I rip into the film over at Screen International.