Watching this unspeakably rubbish teen romcom is, to quote David Lodge's classic description of National Service, like a punishment for a crime you can't remember committing. The deal is: a teenage girl has a single mom with self-esteem issues who dates every loser in town. So the daughter creates an imaginary "perfect man" - a cyber-suitor cooing from a phoney webmail address - to distract her from these unworthy bozos.

This cruel and fatuous hoax is for some reason supposed to be a sweet, well-meaning fantasy, and the transparent implausibility of the original premise is made a thousand times worse with wince-inducingly bad acting from the very, very untalented Hilary Duff as the girl and dewy-eyed Heather Locklear as the mother, whose face looks like that of a be-ribboned poodle being led into the vet's office for the last time.