Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

Good story, Not enough for a whole film

The acting is good, and the firecracker script has some excellent ideas.

The tone of this movie is interesting -- the stakes are both dramatic and high, but it's balanced with a lot of fun, tongue and cheek dialogue.

Gus is a fat cartoonist that recently won a battle against cancer, but due to the aggressive radiotherapy, it has left him Bald, pale, and slightly redundant.Therefore, his caring sister tries to set him up with suitable woman. But to do so, she must turn him into an irresistible man. When he falls in love with Emily, Gus takes the identity of a mysterious biker from New Zealand..........Whatever you may call the film, The Boyfriend School, Mullet on bike, awkward family meal, it's still a poor comedy which only serves to explain why Guttenberg and Gertz have resorted to TV movies of the week, and special guest appearances on shows that have now been cancelled.So Gus feels sorry for himself, the makers feel that it would be hilarious to mock someone who has just endured some of the most painful treatment to one of the most hateful diseases ever known to man, by him having his comedy wig slip every now and again.When the writers realise they have milked the wig joke, they transform Guttenberg into Billy Ray Cyrus, and so goes the hidden identity trope that graced many a comedy in the nineties.There isn't one redeeming factor about this movie. The performance are stilted, situations that should have been slightly amusing fall flat on their face, Long has never looked so desperate in to film before.And it's clear to see where Van Damme got his look from for Hard Target.Advice to guys who's girlfriends love romantic comedies? Don't tell her it exists.......

At the start of this movie, Steve Guttenberg is fat, bald, pale and cancer-ridden. It's funny because by the end of this movie I kinda wished I was dead of cancer. If you don't know what this movie is about, thank god. IF YOU MUST know, its about the Gute fixing himself up with the help of Diane from Cheers to woo Jamie Gertz of all people. If you are going to go through that much trouble, at least get a HOT chick. And I don't know how many times I saw Steve promoting this movie telling the story about how when he was just walking around as himself, no one payed any attention to him, but once he looked like Lorenzo lamas, all the girls were like "Hey Mr. S!" Wow! So you are attracted to girls who talk like Fonzie? Great, good to know Steve. OK, so he goes through the whole routine, she falls for Lobo (which is THE dumbest name!) and then guess what? She finds out its him! Did you see that coming? if not you are a dense piece of dung. Do me a favor. Look at all the people's comments, and find people who liked this movie. Then, report them to the complete asshole police. These are the people in High School who took Gym to seriously or the assholes who have no respect for a line or the guy who can't fold his paper on the Subway. OK. To sum up, avoid this movie. If you want good Guttenberg, keep dreaming, I can't think of one.

Another engrossing and insightful piece of filmmaking from Malcolm Mowbray, proving once and for all that his name deserves to be mentioned in the same breath as Truffaut, Godard and Chabrol. However, it is not for Mowbray's talents that this film will be remembered always; in 'Don't Tell Her...', we at last find a stage upon which Steve Guttenberg's talent may shine, and shine alone.Guttenberg essays the role of Gus Kubicek, recovering from a recent illness which has forced him to confront the truth of his own mortality. In a touching scene, clearly reminiscent of the closing moments of Nagasa's Ai No Corrida, Kubicek's sister (Shelley Long) pledges to support him in the quest to recover a semblance of his sense of self.What follows is a poignant and moving account of one man's struggle to pretend to be a biker from New Zealand. Surprising, shocking and at times brutally honest, it is only by virtue of Guttenberg's sheer, uncompromising talent that the film remains as fluid and engaging as it is. He gives a breathtaking performance, the unique subtlety of his acting almost imperceptible as he deftly switches between the persona of the overweight cartoonist and the biker from New Zealand. Unencumbered by having to share the screen with the clumsier talents of Selleck, Danson et al, Guttenburg turns 'Don't Tell Her' into a stunning and exhilarating tour de force, elevating the film to a supern example of highly original post-modern cinema verite.

This movie is the worst, most pathetic 'comedy' I have ever been subjected to! It is dull as hell, and you don't even care about the characters! This movie is cliched, boring and stupid! My review would be more indepth, but words can'r fully express how bad this movie is!