My companion and I were left so cold by "The Bounty Hunter" that we spent the movie debating whether or not its star, honeyed beauty Jennifer Aniston, has had plastic surgery. (Our consensus: nose, boobs, Botox.)

It's not Aniston's fault she'll be playing a variation on her "Friends" character or the rest of her life, nor is it her fault "The Bounty Hunter" tanks so badly. As Nicole Hurley, an ambitious reporter, she's tracking a hot lead that plunges her into danger ... and as a convicted felon, she's on the lam from her bounty hunter ex-husband, Milo Boyd (Gerard Butler).

Aniston isn't the world's greatest actress, but the main reason "The Bounty Hunter" stinks is the script. It's riddled with rom-com clichés, action-movie standbys and a confusing web of subplots involving Milo's gambling debt and a shady policeman. The stunted dialogue tries too hard to be clever and comes off like a cop sitcom or a made-for-TV movie.

As Aniston's cad of an ex, Gerard Butler swaggers around with burly machismo but the two lack the snappy chemistry their roles require. At times they get close; Aniston's eyebrows raise wryly and she manages a few zings at Butler, but he just can't do tough guy with a soft side. He's better off swinging a sword and screaming a la "300."

"The Bounty Hunter" wants to be a rom-com that men and women can enjoy together, but there's nothing here for dudes but stuff that blows up and more than a few peeks down Jen Aniston's top, and there's nothing for ladies but a shirtless Butler and a few sappy lines about love lost and found. There's no heat or passion between the pair and their inevitable reunion will leave the audience rolling their eyes.

Though "The Bounty Hunter" runs less than two hours, it feels centuries longer. It takes Nicole and Milo ages to rediscover what we've known since the opening credits: They're going to fall back in love. "Bonnie & Clyde" this sure ain't.