The really odd thing about the film is that nothing really happens. It's basically a 2 and a half hour protracted whinge. Hey, Sarah Jessica Parker, why the long face? Oh, you got jilted at the altar and wouldn't SHUT UP ABOUT IT for 2 hours? Gotcha.
And your face is long anyway.
Misery montages are even more of a staple than kooky friends and exercise classes it would appear. With meaningful acoustic guitar folk music over the top.
I suppose, considering how hateful your 4 ladies were acting at the beginning of the film, I should be feeling some satisfaction at seeing their hubris trampled, but no. You get sucked into these things, and I feel like I'm trapped in a room with a wildly fluctuating sobbing older sister who might try to have sex with me at any moment. It should be pointed out that I have no siblings.
I don't think I'll ever be able to take joy in schadenfraude ever again, not while there's melancholy guitar strumming to keep my emotions where they want them to be.
Mind you, while writing this, I just saw the bit where Samantha gets painted by evil fur campaigners, a couple of comedy gnarled squawking hags, and I think I'm feeling….anger again. Hold onto that Eddie… it's what keeps you human..
Oh. They're arguing again. Jesus Christ.
Keep going Eddie! We are all laughing at you in the office. Good going so far....
ReplyDeleteEddie, I'm extremely upset that you claim you "have no siblings". But I'm extremely relieved that I'm not your older sister.
ReplyDeleteHa, I regretted saying that as soon as I posted it, I hoped you wouldn't notice!! I'd made a crude incest joke by that point, and I didn't want to go back and dismantle it. I need everything I can think of at this point, the writing is more tiring than watching these films. Actually that's a lie.
ReplyDelete