Six Days, Seven Nights (1998)

Directed by Ivan Reitman
Written by Michael Browning
Starring Harrison Ford, Anne Heche, David Schwimmer, Jacqueline Obradors, Danny Trejo

My Advice: Wait for Cable.

Harrison Ford is still trying to crack the comedy code, God love him.  It doesn't happen again this time, but it's not his fault.  But let's start at the beginning.  This action/romantic/comedy has a young couple (Heche and Schwimmer) go to an island resort to have a relaxing vacation and also get engaged, but Heche gets called away for business and must take the only plane and its pilot, Quinn (Ford), who's incidentally not an eskimo, back to Tahiti.  They get struck by lightning, crashland on another remote island, and all that's lacking is the Barry White soundtrack, because they're bound to fall in loooove.  What keeps this film from falling into the bottom tier of comedies is Ford and Heche, who work very well together and seem to function as best they can within the confines of the characters written for them.  Schwimmer gives a decent performance as the put-upon fiancee, and Obradors has a lot to offer (no pun intended) in her role as Quinn's co-pilot and S.O. stranded with Schwimmer on the resort.  Poor guy.  The action sequences are somewhat weak, the one that stands out being a fissure that drops them, Romancing the Stone-style, down into a cave and ends up being only a two-minute distraction.  There's also pirates, but ehhh, they're a device, and an obvious one at that.  The comedy part is decent, but there's not enough of it.  Reitman's previous outings have scored high on the comedic scale, the smart Dave, the insanely funny Ghostbusters, and of course Stripes.  But this one simply does not keep it up.  As for romance, as I said, Ford and Heche are doing the best they can with the material they were given.  An at times amusing film, but save your bucks and see it at home.