Siblings learn about the strength of women, and their own lives.
The similarities to McMullen are also glaringly obvious, only this time the brethren count is reduced to two and joined by a straight-talking father (John Mahoney).
Francis (McGlone) is a high-flyer, complete with chauffeur-driven limo and penthouse. He also favours horizontal workouts with mistress Heather (Diaz), leaving his nonplussed, horny spouse Renee (Aniston) to get to know her vibrator.
Meanwhile, brother number two, cab driver Mickey (Burns), still shattered two years after breaking up with his fiancée (yup, Diaz), marries Hope (Maxine Bahns) within 24 hours of her hailing his taxi. And not much else happens, really, except that everybody tries to disentangle their hopelessly complicated affairs of the heart in time for the closing credits.
All the characters have perfect wardrobes, homes, teeth and careers, with only their love lives muddled, and here's where the problem lies; said protagonists are so orderly it's hard to feel sympathetic.
That said, McGlone's inevitable downfall is far more fun than Burns and Bahns' hiccup-tinged whirlwind romance, Diaz shines as the bitchy bed-hopper, and Aniston is likeably kooky, suggesting that for her at least, there is life after sitcom.
A pleasant package then, easy on the eye, and gently charming but, like The Brothers McMullen, one which places Burns as a comfortable rather than cutting-edge moviemaker.