Omigod, I haven't walked out of a movie since The Deer Hunter in high school (I have no stomach for violence), but I had to walk out The Women tonight. It made me sad. I love Meg Ryan, miss those bubbly, romantic movies of hers in the 80s and 90s. Watching the movie was such an odd experience--and don't even get me started on the TWENTY minutes of commercials I had to sit through at the Galleria before the movie began. Commercials! What happened to previews? Anyway, Meg looked great. She has such a luminescence on screen. But the script was DREADFUL. Absolutely horrible. I guess it's based on the movie of the same name from 1939, and it sure felt that way, with situations and reactions that just don't make sense in today's world. Ugh. We came home and watched Tivo, which is always filled with things we love.
But...
Last week's movie was quite entertaining. We saw Burn After Reading, the latest Coen Brothers movie. It's a very absurd, comic turn on spying. Classic Coen Brothers. The ending was so funny, the audience burst into a spontaneous round of applause when the credits rolled. I can't remember ever being at comedy and having that happen. I know my co-blogger enjoyed the movie as well (which he saw from the vantage point of the upgraded seats at the Waterfront--I wonder if he had to see through twenty minutes of commercials including the seriously awful Axl Rose music video for the National Guard), so I hope he'll chime in, too.
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