Simon Pegg is funny when Edgar Wright is directing and Nick Frost is by his side, but hes kind of annoying otherwise. Here, he plays an English journalist given a big shot with a gossip magazine in Manhattan headed by Clayton Harding (Jeff Bridges). He falls for a movie starlet (Megan Fox) in a lustful way, and falls for a co-worker (Kirsten Dunst) in a sensible way. The film has a few laughs, but the overall tone is inconsistent, and Pegg tends to strain and mug for laughs. Fox is actually quite funny as the ditzy actress, while Dunst is a drag as the deep co-worker who scribbles a novel in a little diary thing and always looks morose. Im confident that Pegg will find his way (I cant wait to see him as Scotty in the next Star Trek), but this didnt do much for his career.