The Back-up Plan (review)
She’s 40 years old going on 8. He’s preposterously perfect. *yawn*
romantic comedy
The Bounty Hunter (review)
Perhaps Tennant ramped up the maliciousness as a distraction from the fact that his stars were evincing zero chemistry…
She’s Out of My League (review)
I must say that it’s awfully generous of Hollywood, after engaging in a decades-long campaign to winnow down the image of what it’s acceptable for a woman to look like if she expects to be received in polite company — or any kind of company at all, in fact — to finally acknowledge the impact this has had on real people.
Our Family Wedding (review)
Finally! A movie than combines all the gender bashing of terrible TV commercials and awful sitcoms — in which manipulative women must crack the whip on their manchild husbands — with the repulsive wedding porn of every other romantic comedy of recent years.
Valentine’s Day (review)
It’s like being force-fed, all in one sitting, an entire box of cheap-shit heart-shaped chocolates from the dollar store.
When in Rome (review)
Hello, *sigh*! Enough of those “smart” romantic comedies that force down our throats the preposterous notions that women can be competent at work — sorta — without being idiots at everything else, or that men can ever be adults, or that humiliating old ladies and priests isn’t hilarious.
Leap Year (review)
I say it’s about time, as we enter the second decade of the 21st century, to put behind us all that nonsense about ‘feminism’ and undignified female self-determination. Yes, we ladies must at last put down our feet daintily clad in $600 shoes and say: No more.
Youth in Revolt (review)
Please, horny teenaged lads — *please* — do not heed the “advice” of movies like this one, which mistakes being an unappealing doormat reeking of desperation (which girls don’t like) for being a genuinely nice guy (which girls do like)…
It’s Complicated (review)
Christ, but I hate Nancy Meyers’ movies. Nancy Meyers, whose every movie looks like Pottery Barn orgasming.
The Ugly Truth (review)
I’m trying to figure out when ‘romantic comedies’ turned into ‘let’s throw two really despicable and unpleasant people together in the first act so they can hate on each other through the second act until they magically fall in love in the third act.’
