I must be the only person on the planet who has never seen that movie, up until now. Gwyneth Paltrow is the female Andrew McCarthy. Why does she always look like she’s gonna cry, is thinking about crying, JUST cried or is just plain constipated and in pain? How can I dislike her and love both of her parents so? Oy, this movie would have been so much better without her presence. Let’s not even talk about Ben “Joe Rockhead” Affleck being sorely miscast. I have to say though, I enjoy giving celebrities nicknames, so he’s gonna be Brick Affleck and his wife is Googie. She makes 7 layer dip for parties and he mans the grill while drinking Busch beer and smoking Pall Malls.
Back to the movie….aw, why? I love Joseph Fiennes, however. He’s dreamy. A gawky, hairy dream. On a scale of 1-10 for the ‘what the heck is that’ factor I give it a 7.
It could have been something delightful, but it was like watching Masterpiece Theater with a slight Jagermeister buzz. Not charmed.
Sorry readers, that’s all I’ve got for today’s column. Too much happened today that isn’t worthy of your attention.
The reason I have a fond memory of this film is because it was the first time I mustered up the nerve to go to a movie alone.