Against my better judgement, I saw P.S. I Love You this evening. Originally the plan was to watch One Missed Call and pre-screen it for the Friday showing. After 30 seconds in One Missed Call I had to leave. I just... couldn't watch that movie. It's like... The Ring but with a freaking cell phone. Gah. So... I stuck my head into P.S. I Love You. I'd been avoiding this movie because of it's extremely long run time. It was about two and a half hours I think. Luckily I skipped the previews and it didn't seem unbearable. Not like National Treasure had a few days before.
I don't know what it was, but I spent this whole movie sniffling, and holding back tears. It really was quite depressing. That or the cold that I have developed (YEAH I HAVE A SLIGHT FEVER NOW) is making me over emotional. I think that might be it. Anyways, the basic plot is that Hilary Swank (our protagonist in the story) looses her husband Gerard Butler (SPAAAAARTAAAA... sorry, a 300 moment there) when he dies of a brain tumor. He writes her a series of letters prior to his death which she is to open when he passes on. She does, follows his directions in them, and LA DE DAH... LEARNS to live and hopefully love again.
Suffice it to say, I'm not a huge Hilary Swank fan. I am however a fan of Gerard Butler talking with an irish brogue and being shirtless most of the movie. Who wouldn't be? Harry Connick Jr., Lisa Kudrow, Kathy Bates and James Marsters (SPIKE! weeeeeee) are also endearing for various reasons. I've always had a thing for Harry Connick Jr. and even though he gets the shaft in the end (worst movie ending ever for something billed as a romantic movie by the way...but I won't spoil it) I can't not say I'm glad to see him in a movie. I will however say that I did not like him with his long-ish hair looking always disarrayed and the perpetual five o'clock shadow was... yeah. Where is my well groomed and suave Harry Connick Jr.?!
Without totally ruining the ending or the plot, I'd just like to say that this movie was... cute. If you want a good cry, then RENT this movie and eat a bowl of chocolate ice cream in your jammies. It isn't as tearjerking as oh say... The Notebook but I think if you are feeling overly emotionally... which apparently I am, it will bring a tear to your eye. If you are male, do not watch this movie. If you are bored and are female, do not drag your bestmates, your boy-thinger/whatever to the theatre. It isn't really worth the price of the admission. Rent yes, theatre... eh... no.
That being said, I need to stop writing this. I don't think I am at all coherent, but if you want ask me about it when I'm not fever-ish then go right ahead. XD
Oh... and if you ever say to me "You're my Harry Connick Jr." (having seen this movie of course) I might just cry. Joey had someone say this to him. How depressing. :(
OH... and I got a cute purse today when I went shopping, and new flannel jammies. /random I'm feeling a picture post coming on soon. SO BEWARE.
Toodles. (That's such a funny word! lawlz.)
I don't know what it was, but I spent this whole movie sniffling, and holding back tears. It really was quite depressing. That or the cold that I have developed (YEAH I HAVE A SLIGHT FEVER NOW) is making me over emotional. I think that might be it. Anyways, the basic plot is that Hilary Swank (our protagonist in the story) looses her husband Gerard Butler (SPAAAAARTAAAA... sorry, a 300 moment there) when he dies of a brain tumor. He writes her a series of letters prior to his death which she is to open when he passes on. She does, follows his directions in them, and LA DE DAH... LEARNS to live and hopefully love again.
Suffice it to say, I'm not a huge Hilary Swank fan. I am however a fan of Gerard Butler talking with an irish brogue and being shirtless most of the movie. Who wouldn't be? Harry Connick Jr., Lisa Kudrow, Kathy Bates and James Marsters (SPIKE! weeeeeee) are also endearing for various reasons. I've always had a thing for Harry Connick Jr. and even though he gets the shaft in the end (worst movie ending ever for something billed as a romantic movie by the way...but I won't spoil it) I can't not say I'm glad to see him in a movie. I will however say that I did not like him with his long-ish hair looking always disarrayed and the perpetual five o'clock shadow was... yeah. Where is my well groomed and suave Harry Connick Jr.?!
Without totally ruining the ending or the plot, I'd just like to say that this movie was... cute. If you want a good cry, then RENT this movie and eat a bowl of chocolate ice cream in your jammies. It isn't as tearjerking as oh say... The Notebook but I think if you are feeling overly emotionally... which apparently I am, it will bring a tear to your eye. If you are male, do not watch this movie. If you are bored and are female, do not drag your bestmates, your boy-thinger/whatever to the theatre. It isn't really worth the price of the admission. Rent yes, theatre... eh... no.
That being said, I need to stop writing this. I don't think I am at all coherent, but if you want ask me about it when I'm not fever-ish then go right ahead. XD
Oh... and if you ever say to me "You're my Harry Connick Jr." (having seen this movie of course) I might just cry. Joey had someone say this to him. How depressing. :(
OH... and I got a cute purse today when I went shopping, and new flannel jammies. /random I'm feeling a picture post coming on soon. SO BEWARE.
Toodles. (That's such a funny word! lawlz.)
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