Oh, well. Sign of our time, innit? I'm not going to go over the lack of morals of this so-called film. Others have covered that. MadMatt7 was particularly eloquent.
In the first place, apparently, this bore fest was meant to be a romance. One that brought tears to some women's eyes. It isn't. I have no doubt that it made some women cry. It made THIS woman cry. Only in my case it was due to mortification. Thank God, I'm old, but not senile. I can still tell the difference between a real love story and what this silliness is: a geriatric sexual romp disguised as mushy, mawkish "sex-is-ageless" romance, designed to please horny old goats and fat, bored, middle-aged housewives who fantasize that indulging in tedium-inspired extra-marital infidelity means they still "got it."
Good. Got that bit of reality check off my chest.
BTW, please don't judge all middle-aged women by the above-mentioned.
In the second place, I hate Meryl Streep. Well I do. Yes, I know this will make fans of Our Lady of the Accents get the vapors. Just break out the smelling salts and be quiet. I hate Meryl Streep and there's an end to it. She's a mediocre actress, glorified because she can imitate foreign accents. Any stand up comedian worth his salt can do that - but none of them ever got an Oscar for their trouble - In this snoozer Meryl goes about flapping her arms like a wet hen, presumably "playing the Italian." Wow. Such a thespian. Stick to accents, you silly cow.
Good. Another bit of reality check off my chest.
And now the painful part. Clint, what the Hades were you thinking? Must you really test your fans' loyalty to such a sad point? This silliness is an insult to the memory of Dirty Harry, the Preacher, Frank Korrigan, and Luther Whitney, to name a few. Shame on you, man. Shame on you.
And that's the long and short of it. If you're a horny old goat, or a bored, fantasizing, middle-aged housewife, this ... thing ... is you cup of Ensure. If you are a normal, mature - mentally as well as chronologically - well adjusted human being, skip this dreg and do something else. Preferably something to which you don't have to sacrifice valuable brain cells.
In the first place, apparently, this bore fest was meant to be a romance. One that brought tears to some women's eyes. It isn't. I have no doubt that it made some women cry. It made THIS woman cry. Only in my case it was due to mortification. Thank God, I'm old, but not senile. I can still tell the difference between a real love story and what this silliness is: a geriatric sexual romp disguised as mushy, mawkish "sex-is-ageless" romance, designed to please horny old goats and fat, bored, middle-aged housewives who fantasize that indulging in tedium-inspired extra-marital infidelity means they still "got it."
Good. Got that bit of reality check off my chest.
BTW, please don't judge all middle-aged women by the above-mentioned.
In the second place, I hate Meryl Streep. Well I do. Yes, I know this will make fans of Our Lady of the Accents get the vapors. Just break out the smelling salts and be quiet. I hate Meryl Streep and there's an end to it. She's a mediocre actress, glorified because she can imitate foreign accents. Any stand up comedian worth his salt can do that - but none of them ever got an Oscar for their trouble - In this snoozer Meryl goes about flapping her arms like a wet hen, presumably "playing the Italian." Wow. Such a thespian. Stick to accents, you silly cow.
Good. Another bit of reality check off my chest.
And now the painful part. Clint, what the Hades were you thinking? Must you really test your fans' loyalty to such a sad point? This silliness is an insult to the memory of Dirty Harry, the Preacher, Frank Korrigan, and Luther Whitney, to name a few. Shame on you, man. Shame on you.
And that's the long and short of it. If you're a horny old goat, or a bored, fantasizing, middle-aged housewife, this ... thing ... is you cup of Ensure. If you are a normal, mature - mentally as well as chronologically - well adjusted human being, skip this dreg and do something else. Preferably something to which you don't have to sacrifice valuable brain cells.