Guys, don’t let the basketball fool you. “Just Wright” is as much of a sports movie as “Forrest Gump” is. If you take a gander at the poster, look at Common’s right hand (the one on top of Queen Latifah’s hand) for a better of indicator of what the movie is really like. Substitute it for a microphone and Katherine Heigl/Gerard Butler and you’re right back in “The Ugly Truth.”
Now here comes the part of the review when I throw out words like cliched, formulaic, and predictable to warn you that if you’ve seen a romantic comedy in the past decade, you’ve seen “Just Wright.” The only counter to all these negative adjectives is, of course, if the charms of the leading man and lady can overcome the familiarity.
While I could just heap on the insults on “Just Wright,” I just don’t have the heart to bash Queen Latifah. She’s just seems so warm and friendly that it would feel like a low-blow to really go after her and tear her up. We all know she can do better, and for the most part, she selects roles pretty well. This is just a misstep. As the physical therapist who can’t help but fall for the basketball player she’s rehabilitating, the story is just so uninspired that it can’t get you to care enough to be involved.
It’s not her fault that this movie wound up as bad as it did. Common is a pretty pathetic actor, and Paula Patton just can’t do much with her confused character. Queen Latifah is actually a nice presence in the movie, endowing it with some of her charisma and personality that’s hard to resist. She’s like a juicy burger enveloped by a moldy bun, which wouldn’t taste quite as unpleasant if we hadn’t been fed nothing but burgers by the romantic comedy restaurant. C- / 
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