Amanda Peet. Ashton Kutcher. Romantic comedy. Who'd have thought it could work? And yet, A Lot Like Love is an entertainment success, a triple threat of fresh writing, inspired directing, and, yes, good acting. Emily (Peet) and Oliver (Kutcher) begin in an airplane bathroom having anonymous sex, after the rapacious alternachick jumps Oliver's lanky, befuddled bones. At the baggage claim, he wants to talk, and they spend half a romantic day together in New York. Then, nothing for three years. Cut to New Year's Eve in L.A. She calls, and they midnight-kiss, but tomorrow he moves to San Francisco to launch a dot-com. That's the way it goes until they can manage to be single and local at the same time. Fortified with a healthy dose of intelligence, A Lot Like Love leaps clear across an entire field of pitfalls, including the no-longer-quite-as-glaring staleness of its genre. In fact, the thing grips like a Rottweiler: It takes you by the neck and, nearly two hours later, remembers to let you go.