So now it’s after 12:00 AM on February 15th, and I can break the silence. Little of this will be a surprise to anybody at least a little familiar with my taste in cinema.
One of the things I did for Valerie on Valentine’s Day was to go with her to watch any movie of her choosing. That sounds mild-mannered enough, but 1) I talk/crack on movies MST3K-style all the time, b) I’ve written a short treatise about “chick flicks” in the past – a genre for which my wife has a predilection, and 7th) I promised Valerie I wouldn’t complain or say anything during the movie or for the entire day.
She LOVED this idea.
So we saw Confessions of a Shopaholic. Blah blah far-fetched blah. Blah terrible script blah cheesy humor blah blah. I’ll not repeat many of the rants I’d typically give such a wasted movie-making venture. I’ll just add that the only things saving this movie from 1/5 were the too-brief inclusion of John Goodman (who makes almost any scene worth watching) and Ed Helms (a.k.a. “Andy” from the American version of The Office, here playing a self-help teacher).
2/5
P.S. I want to make it clear that this was but a two-hour slice of our Valentine’s Day. The rest was full of many mushy-gushy couple things, and we had a blast.
I don’t know, I think it would have been a greater expression of love for her to not subject you to such torture than for you to subject yourself to such torture for her sake.
In other words, that movie looks like blow. I haven’t seen it, but I wouldn’t give it an extra star for certain actors.
Poop with walnuts is still poop. With walnuts. Poop is bad enough without being crunchy.