My mother has this unfortunate habit of recording the same things over and over again. And watching them. Over. And. Over. And you know what, I wouldn’t mind if they were good movies! I like good movies! But for fucks sake, some of these movies that I once thought were alright are just... fucking painful after the 4375892759th viewing. There’s no escaping it either: I endure the movie, or endure the guilt-trip lecture about how I should, “spend more time with the family...” At least I can distract myself from the movies with my computer.
I admit that this week I was going to do A League of Extraordinary Gentlemen but, for the first time in months, it’s not actually on the DVR. I’m not about to go digging through the internet for a movie I don’t care about. To get out all of my frustration about that one, I’m basically going to have to write down all of my feelings while watching it *shudder*!
But fuck that, you get 27 Dresses.
[Author’s Note: Okay I also admit that for the first time in months this one is also not in the DVR. But that’s okay (for me anyway), because this one is pretty fucking easy to tear apart! But since this is from memory, I might get a few details wrong. Though this movie sucks so who cares lol.]
Let’s begin with Miss Protag. She’s actually pretty okay with her situation, except for being in love with her boss (which, okay, that’s technically fine as long as neither party acts on it). But she’s always a bridesmaid and never a bride! Oh no! How can she be happy watching everyone get married and never getting married herself! Oh, the torture! Oh, poor thing!