Q: If you were being stalked by Jenna Elfman, what would you do?
A: Nothing, because you'd be too busy fucking her.

Seriously, when are moviemakers gonna learn that it's impossible for a guy to be stalked by a hot chick? Or even a mediocre one if he's got nothing better going. The main guy in this movie doesn't see it that way though and has Jenna arrested, which is a huge waste of taxpayer money since we already know her trial would probably go something like this:

Lawyer: "Give me a fucking break, Your Honor, have you seen Jenna Elfman? I move that the complainant is a total fag. If it pleases the court I'm going to pleasure Miss Elfman right now."
Judge: "I'll allow it."
[Moaning]
Judge: "Case dismissed!"

In the course of getting all their ducks in a pile Jenna's lawyer does discover that she has some skeletons in her closet though, like the fact that she once had a gig as a stripper who read Freud and Kierkegaard to the customers instead of taking her clothes off. Okay, what? Later Jenna acts so crazy towards guys during the trial that they have to cobble together an all-chick court (chick judge, chick lawyers, chick bailiff, chick who types everything, etc.), and later still we find out that she's been hallucinating her very own imaginary friend to support her through this increasingly ridiculous ordeal. Wow. There is no way this broad isn't the best lay ever.

Based on a true story, which means that reality is even dumber than Lifetime.