The problem is that he allows his keen wit to be corrupted by a rather forced sense of sincerity. Affleck plays a hotshot advertising executive who settles into a Chicago airport bar to devour a zestful agent (Natasha Henstridge) and swap tickets with a floundering playwright (Tony Goldwyn). After some nasty business involving Affleck in bed and a massive fireball slamming into Kansas, the repercussions of his libidinous choice begin to hit, bringing the burden of wrenching guilt (which closely resembles smirking), professional cynicism, and imprisonment in a Palm Springs detox center. Upon emerging he instantly falls in love with the playwright's brittle widow (Paltrow), causing a major conflict: He knows who she is, but she thinks he's simply a benevolent, wealthy stranger. Oh well, as the classic rock tune goes, if you can't be with the one you love, love the one who's duping you big-time. It's pretty clear why the leads were attracted to the project -- he gets to play a selfish prick learning to open his heart; she gets to cry and shake -- but they're both miles away from convincing. As far as jet-crash romances go, Bounce surpasses the slow ride to nowhere of Random Hearts, but, by playing the love as a given, the movie could hardly be called Fearless.