I asked my guy if he’d see Eat, Pray, Love with me. He much preferred to see Eat, Pray, Leave. I get it.
This is the kind of movie I hate to review. Why? Because it was great. Just great. What are you supposed to review? Blah, blah, blah, it was good in that way and this. Boring. Not the movie, the movie was great. Unboring. The review, that’s the challenge here.
The Fighter is a story of a really cute guy and his crackhead brother. Tale as old as time.
Black Swan is the story of a ballet dancer (Natalie Portman) who stops eating and starts seeing things. A cautionary tale.
Let’s be honest, the movie is alright. It’s not a great movie, it’s not a bad movie. It’s a good movie. It’s better than most. It’s good like a movie should be. I’ll even grant that it is great. Like, “That was great!” great. Like Frosted Flakes great. Not like, all-time great. Not like Godfather great. Not like award season great.
Whoo! This is a chick to the flick out the wazoo! This flick operates at such an extreme chick level, I’m don’t think guys can even hear it. Not that there were any in our theater to test that theory. It’s the dog whistle of movies.
If you haven’t seen Bridesmaids I just feel sorry for you. No, wait. I envy you. There’s something delicious in store for you. You have something to live for. I don’t care how bad it is for you right now, with the recession and all. Doesn’t make a difference if your wife left you last week. You have plenty to live for if Bridesmaids is on your horizon.