We gave it a C
A romantic comedy with all the confectionary value of one of those watery diet shakes. Gwyneth Paltrow, trotting around in microminis that show off her willowy hot bod to spectacular effect, is an aspiring flight attendant. No, it’s not 1965. View From the Top takes place — or pretends to — in contemporary America, yet it’s stuck in a faux nostalgia for upwardly mobile second-class citizenship for women. Paltrow has an ingenuous dazzle that perks the audience up, yet the jokes don’t fizz, and there’s something patently cloying about the way the film portrays flying over the glass ceiling as if that were the same thing as breaking through it.