The Proposal': Yes!

A fire-breathing bitch of a boss actually turns out to be a softy who falls for her assistant in the midst of a sham marriage. Like you didn't know that was the trajectory of "The Proposal," a romantic comedy that proposes sitcom-like silliness, a sentimental send-off and star power till credits do us part.
Customary, sure – but it charms our pants off, and literally those of its irresistible two leads, Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds. Without their affinity and fleckless union of physical comicality – both can crack us up with a simple fake-as-flowers smile or disingenuous embrace, or a naked crash landing (oops!) – "27 Dresses" director Anne Fletcher's rudimentary rom-com bouquet shouldn't have been tossed. Except in the trash.
To avoid being deported to Canada, hardass book editor Margaret Tate (Bullock, who trades in the oft-cute persona for a Wilhelmina-like wretch … with a fierce pulled-back ponytail) has to assemble a master plan – and ASAP!
Cue Ryan Reynolds as her little bitch, Andrew Paxton – a gopher who sucks his boss's nonexistent balls so he can keep her appeased, giving up his coffee, ditching the family to work, you know the type. Anne Hathaway played it in "The Devil Wears Prada," but her boss didn't propose, and when Margaret (sorta) does, he has no choice but to say "I do" (he'd wipe her ass with his tongue if it meant getting that promotion). And, hey, it's not so bad fake-marrying the beastly boss when the faux couple visit the family for his granny's (the always-illuminating Betty White) 90th birthday shindig to prove to a suspecting immigration agent (out, former Michigander Denis O'Hare) that this is for real. It doesn't get much more NYC-less than Alaska – and that's where Andrew lives. And that's where he takes Margaret. For three days. Of hell.
Andrew calls the shots, giving an out-of-her-element Margaret a deserved beating. Lots of laughs ensue. It lays on the zany, awkward antics – accidental naked body-bumping, uncomfortable stripper gags and bird-captures-dog trouble – that couldn't be sillier unless Oscar Nunez (the gay guy on "The Office") as the town's everyman was also the only hooker and district court judge.
The dedicated duo of Bullock and Reynolds, essentially a comedic yin-yang, tend to make the material better than it actually is. Bullock, who tickles our funny bones with her honed "Miss Congeniality"-type of physical humor, is the prime star here, mostly because she's been MIA from rom-coms since 2002's "Two Weeks Notice." Even when the film kicks into dramatic gear, she melts hearts and mists eyes. Mild Margaret is reminiscent of her "While You Were Sleeping" loner, Lucy – and who didn't adore her then? Who doesn't adore her always? Maybe it's just me, but it's good to have you back (and naked and looking hot), Sandy. Teamed with the complimenting, quippy, equally-as-yummy Ryan Reynolds, the pair – especially when they're faking their love – hoists the film's momentum to the finish line. A finish that's shocking only to those who've never caught a romantic comedy. Or the movie's promo poster.
But it's got Betty White, and every thing's better with Betty. "The Proposal" knows it, letting her steal every ridiculous scene she's in. She's 87 and every bit as golden as she ever was, and more lovable than a stuffed teddy, even when she's busting a move to a Lil Jon song or playing Find Bullock's Boobs.
"The Proposal" is never as flat as her chest (thanks, cast!). Even when it's desperate to keep it blasting forward with outrageous laughs, like that over-the-top tribal dance White does, it's fetching no matter how unbelievable it is. Come on, tell me, when's the last time you saw someone changing on a balcony? Not that I'm complaining, but I want his address. B