She’s almost Audrey Hepburn.
I said, almost.
While no one touches Hepburn, Sandra Bullock has come pretty dang close over the past 30 years.
In good films and bad — this is definitely the former — she brings such a likability to every role.
Here she works for the transit authority, pining away for Peter Gallagher and his luscious eyebrows.
Mistaken for his fiancée after he falls into a coma, she hangs around, only to spark a love triangle with his brother.
Fizzy, effortlessly romantic, and capable of creating a warm glow in your chest — things which describe both the film and Bullock.