Anna S. (eliade) wrote,
Anna S.
eliade

oh, please.

There is nothing I hate more than a movie with a foregone conculsion established from scene one--a conclusion that's obvious from the *trailers* for god's sake. "Sweet Home Alabama" is a terrifically craptastic movie. What is the point of movies like this? Was there ever a second's doubt that she'd end up with her first husband, the strangely David-Arquette-like embodiment of everything Southern and good-old-boy, blah blah blah? Instead of the INSANELY handsome and adorable and sweet, not to mention rich Patrick Dempsey? Because of course, who would *ever* really want to leave behind a crappy past and live in New York City and have a Tiffany diamond the size of a golf ball on your finger and be a huge glitzy success with amusing British friends, when instead you could hang out in skeezy smoky bars and county fairs and drink beer and slap the mosquitoes off your ass and get predictably pregnant? And this whole deal with how her imaginary upbringing was a fantasy? No, dear. The "reality" was the fantasy, where your good old boy has an entrepreneurial, artistic secret heart and has been slaving away to win you back for seven years, where everyone rallies around your princessy self instead of resenting you for being a successful bitch, where the nice gay boy is accepted and not hung up on a fence, and where they all live happily ever after, making babies and jam.

Stupid fucking movie. And Melanie was totally bitchslap-worthy.

I will die happy if I never see another movie where the bride makes it to the altar with the "wrong man" and then realizes suddenly that she loves someone else, and so of course let's just stop the marriage. Or vice versa. I'm so sick of it. Sick sick sick!

That is two hours of my life that I'll never get back, but at least I got some clothes ironed and made cookies. Multi-tasking saves me from feeling totally gypped of sweet, sweet life.
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