What was I thinking? Well, I was hangin with two friends on Saturday afternoon who for some reason decided they had to see this movie. At first, I balked. They gave me the usual s-hit about being a film snob, blahdy-blahdy-blah. Come down from your high horse and go to a regular movie for a change, they said. Ok, I thought, I will on this one occasion. But I was right. This movie was the worst thing I have seen in a theater in years. A hackneyed plot, completely transparent predictability, cheesy, cornball writing, and subpar acting. Why Ed Burns wasted his time with this clunker, I have no idea. I can imagine that he was thinking of the new house he'll buy. And I don't even have the greatest respect for Ed Burns.
I would say that I want my money back, but in a sense, I kind of went to this movie to prove a point to my two friends: that I'm not above seeing a movie like this, and that I was right all along, it sucked. So there was some payback involved. I showed them. I did not gloat, however.
I think this was the kind of movie whose target audience is suburban secretaries, the type of people who, if it were still 1980-whatever, would be infatuated with Richard Gere in Pretty Woman; the type of audience who would really get a kick out of a night out with the girls watching Chippendale dancers perform at a bachelorette party. God bless 'em. And yet, I don't think even the target audience would have been too impressed with this clunker. I'm sorry if this obnoxious missive offended anyone. I just had to warn you.
