One chick flick too many. The problem with having a family of all women is that I always get outvoted when its time to pick a movie. Needless, to say I’ve yet to see Captain America: The First Avenger or Rise of the Planet of the Apes (will anyone join me?). But unfortunately, I did see One Day, which would have been more aptly named Twenty Years. In fact, the best thing I have to say about this movie is that it is so realistic that, after just one hour and forty-seven minutes, you feel you have been in the theater for the full twenty years it takes for this story to unfold. I really have Anne Hathaway to blame. I love her. If she wasn’t in this movie, I never would have gone. I just wish she read the script before she accepted this job. She spends the entire movie trying to look awkward (impossible) and pining for a despicable creep (Jim Sturgess). Why? This movie challenged the limits of my new rating system (see The Help). I give it five trips to the men’s room, three email checks, and a walk around the block to get ice cream.
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