Life As We Know It?

Hello, and welcome to the latest issue in a series of chick flicks that hate chicks. How the Hell Josh Duhamel ever got hired to be the next Matthew McCaughnehey is beyond me. The guy is the human equivalent of a couple slices of untoasted bread with some cold butter inside. The dude is just not ...


And that movie poster is not helping. I still can't believe he beat out Ashton Kutcher in a modelling contest. Moving onto the actual character in the film without commenting further on the actor playing him, who -- as a super jerk fits the requirement of male leads in romantic comedies (the character, not the actor of course) -- is one of those men who only exists in movies and gets every woman he wants. Like many leading ladies in romantic comedies, who are portrayed as insouciantly uptight, bitchy or plain-old deceptive and massively insecure doormats [sometimes both], Katherine Heigl suits up for the role as cleverly as she did the last time. Apparently the writers of this film thought they could shy away from standard plot protocol by splitting the final "I shouldn't've said those things, let's spend our lives together instead of moving on to fulfilling or enlightening prospects which we could achieve if we ended this dysfunctional nonrelationship" scene into multiple parts, b/c the audience would NEVER expect them to follow the usual story arc ultimately.

I would insert a rubric for how to make a romantic comedy here, but I'm pretty sure I've got a post of synonymous content elsewhere. I think the problem with this film is that it's not funny. (I still can't believe I'm using the word film.) In the very least, I had hoped to get in a couple of laughs or even a grin, but that was not to be the case, and I must attribute any enjoyment I experienced to my slowly developing fetish for listening to other people laugh at unfunny jokes. You would think that after 27 Dresses hit the fan women would've already learnt that spending anymore time with someone who lies to them, makes a booty call on a date with them and publicly humiliates them isn't worth their time, their money or their self-respect? But no. Self-respect is for uptight bitches who will never marry and pump out children, who will take up every moment of their hitherto highly valuable time. Such a fate is sold as the worst fate of anybody who ever existed in a romantic comedy. And that's "life" as we know it.