Does John Cusack jilt the brunette who's not Kate Beckinsale in Serendipity, or does she get fed up with him and call it all off?
I was thinking about that! I just remember it not happening, but also recall that they came to the decision together.
Extra points are given for altar-jilting. It's the ur-jilt.
I do hate the carefree-woman-liberates-stuffy-man genre even more than the jilting one.
Jumpin' Jehosephat! Me too.
Drew Barrymore MUST sign a document in blood that she agrees never to play that role again. Ever.
I hate that genre with the same firey passion as the you've been abused so you have an excuse for being a serial killer, rapist, fill in the miscreant. Makes. My. Teeth. Itch.
Despite massive JohnC-love, Serendipity made me want to stick something sharp and hot in my eye.
Even the stellar "This one's climbin' the charts." line could not save it for me.
I have absolutely no recollection of the ending. I must have been banging my head on the seatback at the time.
eta: And I'm a maniac for Jeremy Piven. Cupid was my favorite tv show of all eternity. Even he could not save it for me.
I do hate the carefree-woman-liberates-stuffy-man genre even more than the jilting one.
My least favorite is Crazy Person Is Saner Than The Rest Of Us. (With the subsection of Magical Retarded Person ditto ditto ditto.)
I liked
Serendipity
-- I felt that the protagonists didn't go through with their weddings for reasons, although provocked by, eventually unrelated to each other.
Magical Retarded Person
See previous comments about Forrest Gump.
::insert strangling noise here::
Off to the 10 o'clock play group with the pooch. Night all!
Being There
made me long for Peter Sellers to watch his own decapitation. Like
that,
bucko!
My least favorite is Crazy Person Is Saner Than The Rest Of Us.
Which side did KPAX come down on?
Obviously my least favourites involve either magical non-whites or quaint non-American/Brits/whatever.
Ooh! Magical Ganja-Smoking Jamaicans for the trifecta!
Magical Ganja-Smoking Jamaicans for the trifecta!
Swap voodoo for magic, and you'll see me hit the roof. Wishing I was hitting Seagal instead.