  FILM REVIEW Breathless with anticipation, Laurie D and myself trekked to an empty outer suburban cinema, ready to catch Maid in Manhatten , and finally answer the big question: has J.Lo had an eye job? What could go wrong? All the ingredients were there: Lopez, romance, a dramatic makeover, and Vanessa Carlton on the soundtrack. As far as we were concerned, this was a watertight proposition. Yet what we found was a film less concerned with offering itself to the Gods of romantic comedy (Sleepless in Seattle, Working Girl), and more tied up in emphasising that Jenny really is from the block.
Indeed, in the tradition of Madonna and Mariah 'meltdown' Carey, Maid in Manhatten is little more than one component of many in J.Lo's latest PR blitz; a blitz designed to dispel the myth that Jenny had somehow strayed from her roots. Yes, although she may have dated Puffy, insured her arse and got herself a slow-roast tan to jump on the Latino bandwagon, this girl is REAL. Accordingly, throughout the film, punters are treated to dialogue such as 'You gotta keep it real' and 'I'm from the Bronx'. YES, the girl is real! More worrying were the darker elements of the script that Laurie and I both noticed.
Specifically, the fact that to our eyes it was patently clear that creepy, creepy Ralph Fiennes, the male lead, was actually after J.Lo's 10 year old son: 'What's your name little boy', 'Would you like to come walk my dog in the park. It will only take a minute '. Could that mean anything else. WE don�t think so! 
