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Six Days, Seven Nights Reviews

Anne Heche sparkles in this awkward mix of romance, slapstick and action, whether trapped in a small plane with a fully inflated life raft or squealing for Harrison Ford to get that snake out of her pants. And no, that isn't a double entendre: There's a water snake swimming around down there, the sort of mortifying misfortune regularly visited upon sharp-tongued city gals stranded on deserted islands with down-to-earth guys whose manly charms they're ignoring. Magazine editor Robin Monroe (Heche) is on a tropical island vacation with newly minted fiance Frank (David Schwimmer), but when her boss calls about an emergency celebrity photo session in nearby Tahiti, she's off on those skinny legs like a racehorse. Crusty cargo pilot Quinn Harris (Ford) promises he'll get her to the shoot on time, but they crash-land on that island in the middle of nowhere. You know the drill: They bicker, have run-ins with wildlife, survive comic crises (including pursuit by some very unfunny pirates with automatic weapons) and fall in love. Now, Robin and Quinn's romance at the expense of their disposable significant others is a romantic comedy given (the insignificant others are also behaving badly, the better to spare us outrage on their behalf), but it's a device that works best when there's electricity between the sparring lovers, and there's none here. That's emphatically not Heche's fault: She may be the world's most high-profile lesbian, but in her scenes with Ford (and Schwimmer, for that matter) she's spunky and sexy and cute as a brassy button. Ford is the problem: He looks great for his age (56, to Heche's 29), but oozes a stolid gloom that snuffs out those sparks long before they can set the lush scenery on fire. In a classic screwball comedy, he'd be Ralph Bellamy.