This is what I did on Saturday night:
I watched Catch and Release.Â
For the 47th time.
Yes I did.Â
I’m not sure if you are familiar with this one, folks, since it scored a whopping 21% fresh on the tomato-meter, which, if my math is correct, means that 79% of the people who watched the movie thought that it was shitty. And, if we are being honest, they are probably pretty accurate in their assessment.
Plot-wise, the movie is…bizarre at best. A fiance dies, so instead of a wedding, there’s a funeral…and then a fairly predictable things-are-not-as-they-seem investigation into said dead fiance follows. And then there’s a lovely little romance in there that makes absolutely no sense but NO MATTER HOW MUCH I TRY TO HATE IT I CANNOT STOP LIKING IT.
What dead fiance? What best friend?
Also, don’t forget the bathrobed Kevin Smith and his tea-box inspired inspirational quotes.
It’s…not a good movie.
If it’s on, I cannot turn away.
It’s like how I totally pretend that I hate Whitney but when it’s on in the background, I simply can’t look away.
The force is strong with that horrible show.
There are also
(hangs head in shame)
The Wedding Planner.
She’s All That.
Save The Last Dance.
Never Been Kissed.
13 Going on 30.
Maid in Manhattan.
A Walk To Remember. (Nicholas mothereffing Sparks.)(WHAT?)
The Cutting Edge.
10 Things I Hate About You.
A Cinderella Story.Â (Yes. The one with Hilary Duff.)Â (Yes. THAT Hilary Duff.)
The Lake House. (FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.) (I CAN’T BELIEVE I AM ADMITTING TO THIS.)
And now I will need to wash my eyes out and sit down and watch, um, Casablanca or something.
Just after I watch this week’s Whitney.