Oh, please, not another Nicholas Sparks movie. The romantic confession in the rain! The snuggling on the beach! The wondering who’s gonna live and who’s gonna die and who’s gonna be sad, so so terribly terribly sad when it happens!
Lasse Hallström sure has come a long way from My Life as a Dog…
I’m thinking of starting a new feature here called People I Don’t Know Why the Fuck They’re Famous, and Channing Tatum would be the first entry. I understand that some people find underwear models appealing, but is that honestly all it takes anymore to land a role in a major motion picture? Is talent, just the tiniest slip of an iota of a breath of a sliver of talent, no longer a requirement?
Reason No. 1,458 I’m preparing to hate this movie: Is Amandy Seyfried reading a letter in a movie theater? In the dark? Holding it up into the light from the projector while people are trying to watch the movie around her?
Dear John opens in the U.S. and Canada on February 5, and in the U.K. on May 7.
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