Not wanting to handle these tough questions, I flipped one of the three entertainment channel options in my hotel in Beijing (Option 1: HBO - 24 hours of crap. Option 2: Star Movies - Crappier than HBO. Option 3: AXN - Singing and dancing is now called action.)
Anyway I randomly flipped and came across a start-studded movie with Anne Hathaway, Julia Roberts, Jessica Alba, that creepy doctor called "Mr Dream" or something from the crappy Grey's Anatomy (Motto: torture your boyfriend, Vision: many a divorce), Ashton Kutcher the man who is not too young for any woman, and that rather intelligent young man from the Hangover movies.
Anyway, I knew I would be diabetic by the time it ended, but the minute I saw Julia's pearlies I was compelled to watch it. Much predictable "romantic" action ensued and in the final scene, even the flinty me almost shed a tear when Julia Roberts gets home and surprises her Valentine with a teary hug.
That little runt, the kid who was acting as her son, I cried to myself. Why couldn't that be me?
Another timely update from the City of Premature Emphysema.
1 comment:
He's called McDreamy - Mr Dream sounds even lamer. The (closet) gay guy in the movie - was called McSteamy!..... yes uilty of having paid full ticket price to watch this toxic fare... easy on the eyes though.
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