Ebert's review of Just Friends is pretty funny. He starts out by talking about how hard it will be not to lose interest in writing about the movie, and proceeds to actually lose interest in it repeatedly. He rambles on about self-help tapes, Paris Hilton, cell phones, and the Rob Schneider vehicle The Hot Chick as if he has to meet a word count and doesn't care how he gets there. You read his contempt between the lines, loud and clear.
The review seriously ends with, "Ding! Ding! Awopbopaloobop, alopbamboom!"