I wish I hadn't watched this movie. I wish I could erase it from my brain.
The plot, briefly, is Hannah is long-time buddies with this guy who sleeps around a lot, apparently picking up women on a daily basis. Apparently, too, all these women agree to his "rules" that it be physical only, and limited to no more than once every week or two weeks or whatever his rules are. Hannah and this guy have their weekly Sunday platonic get-togethers, where it's supposed to be clear that they're "made for each other," but which isn't very convincing. Of course, the fact that Hannah tolerates him in the first place is not convincing.
OK, I know, I should have stopped watching there. But, much to my everlasting regret, I did not. Now I cannot undo the damage.
Predictably, this state of affairs is disrupted when Hannah goes off to Scotland, that faraway, strange place of barbaric customs, and is swept off her feet by Colin, a Highland Earl. They have a whirlwind romance and then to further the plot line decide to get married immediately. The main guy, whose name I can't even remember, naturally realizes that he's in love with Hannah, and agrees to become her "maid of honor" so he can somehow break off the wedding.
Colin turns out to be a great guy in every way. The movie attempts to make him seem "not right" for Hannah because of his strange Scottish customs, but this plot device is even less convincing than the rest of the plot, if such a thing is possible.
Anyway, the predictable ending somehow manages to happen, and ***SPOILER*** Hannah opts to dump Colin and marry what's-his-name.
Why did I keep watching this movie?
She should have married Colin.