Today, in a pique of boredom, I took myself to another movie (one day I'll put out, right?)
Actually, maybe it's time to slip a ruffie in my drink.
I paid for a ticket to "Atonement," but decided at the very last minute to see "27 Dresses."
I figured I have enough wet drizzly melodrama in my life already, right?
No, I figured I'd see the chick flick...well, the other chick flick.
Somehow I keep hoping to replicate the serendipitous chick flick magic of "Under the Tuscan Sun," a movie I happened to enjoy and roll my eyes at simultaneously.
It's never happened since
So it was just me and an audience of big girls (natch) on a rainy cold Saturday morning.
I ended up getting a coughing fit, so I left a bit early, but I'm sure I can figure out the end. I mean it's the most formulaic chick flick I've seen in a long while, and that's saying something. It's so contrived it's almost hilarious.
Yes, it was bad.
I knew it would be. I just wanted a few hours out of the cold watching scenes of NYC and pretty people who have "love" problems. Is that so wrong?
Anyway, I kept thinking why is Katherine Heigl doing this to herself? She seems intent on sabotaging her career. And poor James Marsden. I think I like him.
Why's he in this crap? They both work really hard to make it adequate, but never quite do.
So there's my unsolicited review in a nutshell.
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