The Traditional Valentine's Weep-All-Day of 2007
Most Valentine's Days, I watch a Sandra Bullock marathon and weep. Not this year! No sir!
My son took me to see Music and Lyrics instead. But oh, Sandra Bullock, you wily minx! Just a freaking trailer for her next movie made me well up. Her husband dies! And she lurves him! But then it turns into a suspense movie, not a three-hankie weepie, and I was okay again.
Until Music and Lyrics started.
I figured Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore wouldn't be plagued with any pesky chemistry but that it would at least be funny. (Sue me. I like Barrymore AND Grant.) And for the first scene--the A-Ha-style music video--it was. Very, even!
And then it turned into some crap picture where they write a song for a huge pop star, but the pop star wants to take their crap song (serious crap, and if they had the budget for Barrymore and Grant, they could at least have paid an actual lyricist to write their damn song) and put it to a Ravi Shankar beat! Oh, no! And Barrymore flips out because Her Song Is Art, and She Is a Pain in the Ass.
And they break up.
Also, if you're a writer, you really don't need to see them trying to write a pop song for 45 consecutive minutes of movie and have it turn out the way it does.
This movie was so bad, even the sound mixing was bad.
But Hugh Grant did his best, and Drew Barrymore's hair looked really cute.
See? I'm nice.
My son took me to see Music and Lyrics instead. But oh, Sandra Bullock, you wily minx! Just a freaking trailer for her next movie made me well up. Her husband dies! And she lurves him! But then it turns into a suspense movie, not a three-hankie weepie, and I was okay again.
Until Music and Lyrics started.
I figured Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore wouldn't be plagued with any pesky chemistry but that it would at least be funny. (Sue me. I like Barrymore AND Grant.) And for the first scene--the A-Ha-style music video--it was. Very, even!
And then it turned into some crap picture where they write a song for a huge pop star, but the pop star wants to take their crap song (serious crap, and if they had the budget for Barrymore and Grant, they could at least have paid an actual lyricist to write their damn song) and put it to a Ravi Shankar beat! Oh, no! And Barrymore flips out because Her Song Is Art, and She Is a Pain in the Ass.
And they break up.
Also, if you're a writer, you really don't need to see them trying to write a pop song for 45 consecutive minutes of movie and have it turn out the way it does.
This movie was so bad, even the sound mixing was bad.
But Hugh Grant did his best, and Drew Barrymore's hair looked really cute.
See? I'm nice.
1 Comments:
It's nice when you're nice.
Tear-provoking Bullock I have often seen shopping with her tattoo chopper man in the...well... an "alternative" grocery store in Long Beach, oh... maybe Seal Beach... damn close. Damn great macaroni and cheese dish there. Look in the deli section.
It makes me weep to think of the fact that she could have been making me weep if I only had your sensitivity.
YOu ARE nice!!
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