Ebert, eat what's left of your black heart out.
Got tricked into seeing that new Steve Carell movie by a dude I know. He left for some reason after he showed up, I guess because the other people he'd asked to come didn't show. I stayed for the movie, and then realized it was a date flick. DAMMIT!
Guys don't see these movies unless they have to.
...But I HATE it when people get out of their seats, so I didn't want to do the same thing.
As far as date movies go, this one wasn't too bad. Steve Carell plays an advice columnist and widower who meets a neat women while at a family reunion. He's really into her, and while he's telling his family about it SHE SHOWS UP AS HER BROTHER'S DATE! WACKY! I saw something like that coming, but more as a business thing than a family thing. Anyway, hijinks and sexual tension ensue, followed by a big discovery of the whole mess, followed by Carell getting the girl ("Go after her! Go!"), followed by their lives together shown in slides during the first three minutes of the credits (so you have to see the important names before leaving the theater. Narcissistic asses). It was weird being the only person not snuggling with someone so I got out of there as as soon as is acceptable.
Now I'm going to finish studying for my sociology test, drink something with alcohol in it to wipe the movie from my extremely masculine brain, and go to bed. Nightie night, folks.
-Josh
Guys don't see these movies unless they have to.
...But I HATE it when people get out of their seats, so I didn't want to do the same thing.
As far as date movies go, this one wasn't too bad. Steve Carell plays an advice columnist and widower who meets a neat women while at a family reunion. He's really into her, and while he's telling his family about it SHE SHOWS UP AS HER BROTHER'S DATE! WACKY! I saw something like that coming, but more as a business thing than a family thing. Anyway, hijinks and sexual tension ensue, followed by a big discovery of the whole mess, followed by Carell getting the girl ("Go after her! Go!"), followed by their lives together shown in slides during the first three minutes of the credits (so you have to see the important names before leaving the theater. Narcissistic asses). It was weird being the only person not snuggling with someone so I got out of there as as soon as is acceptable.
Now I'm going to finish studying for my sociology test, drink something with alcohol in it to wipe the movie from my extremely masculine brain, and go to bed. Nightie night, folks.
-Josh