Slightly better than a pencil in the eye.
Jesus. I like to think that I’m a pretty good boyfriend, but I had to throw in the towel about 45 minutes into this steaming turd of a movie. Fortunately, Steph being a normal person, the feeling was mutual. This movie is an embarrassment, for everyone, not just those who were tricked into watching it.
I know for a fact that the only reason Steph got this movie was Colin Firth, which is fine. I’ve come to terms with the fact that she would leave me for him, cursing my lack of an English accent.
Sweet, sweet Colin aside, this movie was terrible. Steph and I agreed that this is the work of alcohol. Let me explain. You see, Meryl Streep, Mrs. Weasley (that’s who she is, and who she should stay) and Cybill Shepherd’s friend all got together one night, drank a bunch of dirty martinis and sang along to ABBA. Then, in the midst of their middle-aged reverie, one of them (or possibly all three) decided to make a movie where they act like fools for two fucking hours.Which is fine, if you’re a drunk 50 year old woman who wants to lose two hours of your life that you can never get back. Never.
Steph and Tony Investigate 