Thursday, September 16, 2010

Date Night

No, not a lovely evening planned entirely by the lovely drummer boy to spoil, surprise and all-round show me that he loves me. The movie. Date Night.

I got it out lastnight and the Marja and I watched. I had heard mixed reviews (see: Everyone said it was crap and the DVD guy with a very cool Brit accent said "whatchit, 'sa laugh." - Who can argue with a "very cool Brit accent"!?)

Anyways, it was crap. Steve Carell and Tina Fey are usually quite funny but here? Na-uh. The comical aspect was dragging so badly you felt awkward. You know that kind of awkward when a few of you are listening to a person's story and their story is actually pretty boring and pointless but you're all listening anyways hoping it's going to reach a climax worth waiting for and then there's that moment, that excruciatingly embarrassing moment when said-boring-story-teller realises that their story is pretty kak and they know that everyone listening knows it but no-one actually says anything. Thats how awkwardly bad the comedy is in Date Night.

The only thing worth wooping for is seeing Marky Mark (Mark Wahlberg for those of you who don't religiously follow sexy Calvin Klein ads)  topless not once, not twice but three times. And c'mon, everyone loves a good hat trick.

Sighs. Onto the next RomCom disaster.

2 comments:

annierama said...

you have an amazing blog!

-TheseDays- said...

aw, thanks so much anna!

hope you have a wonderful week!

:)xx

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