Cross My Heart wants to be both cute and incisive in its presentation of an up-to-date relationship, but proves too insipid to achieve the former and too slick to fully reach the latter goal.
Conceptually ambitious in that virtually the entire film is devoted to the detailing of one date over the course of a single night, promising material would have stood greater chance of coming to vibrant, painful life had it been more roughly made on the cheap as an independent production, rather than as a well-appointed, highly polished studio job.
David and Kathy have known each other for 17 days as the action begins on the eve of their third date. Roughly the first half is devoted to embarrassingly awkward and banal dating chit-chat. Despite coy hesitation on Kathy’s part, they finally bed down and supposedly enjoy themselves, only to start with the recriminations shortly thereafter. The lies are exposed and things get so bad that Kathy brutally says, ‘I want to take back the sex.’
In conventional terms, Martin Short and Annette O’Toole supply good characterizations which sustain throughout the picture. However, all one has to do is compare this one to the cutting, and much funnier, indie picture about misunderstandings between the sexes, Patti Rocks, to see by how far this one misses the intended target.