I ended up seeing a chick-flick with my girlfriend the other night. We were in a rush to get the IMAX I Am Legend but quite sadly did not make it in time. Instead, we watched P.S. I Love You. Now, I have quite a few things to say about this damn movie so bear with me.
First of all, the casting is excellent. I said it. Gerard Butler is one of my favorite ruggedly handsome men out there and I like seeing him be romantic. Harry Connick Jr. is one of my all time favorite people to look at and remains so today and forever more.
Secondly, the characters are well-written and entertaining. The man with the social disability has excellent lines and reminds you that life goes on. The mother of the bride is excellent and reminds you that life sucks sometimes but that you have to deal with it.
Thirdly, the story is never boring. You don't get to take a nap or go to the bathroom or get some popcorn. The story just rolls and rolls. It begins with some nice fighting then some love making then some death then some wake then a whole lot of not dealing with life. Representative of real life on that last part. I had absolutely zero time to turn from the screen.
Fourthly, blasted Ireland. I hate Ireland as much as Joyce did.
Fifthly, excellent chick-flick lines. These always get to me. When a guy in a movie has a really excellent line that you never would have thought of in a million years and he drops it at the right time it means that you will never be able to use that line that you would have never thought of because odds are the girl you are going to use it on has seen the movie. This movie has quite a few of those cursedly-great lines.
Sixthly, a worldly-looking Gina Gershon. No kidding, she actually looks like a person and not like a Barbie doll. I hate when women are actually beautiful instead of painted and thin. Gina Gershon looks like she's eaten in the last few months. I hate when people look like people in movies.
Seventhly, Lisa Kudrow not being a ditz. I liked Friends. Who gave her a brain?
Eighthly, the letters from the dead husband aren't intended to torture his wife. They are meant to make her stop tormenting herself because he knows she won't do it on her own. I wish they were meant to torture her but they aren't.
Ninthly, Kathy Bates is a woman and not a monster. What the hell is that all about? A very likable person who has her human faults. Bah, whatever happened to the good old leg bashing days?
Tenthly, I do not hate this movie at all. I kind of hate myself for liking it so much. Go see it.
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