One of the most most accurate and annoying sayings in the world says: Be careful of what you wish.
Two days ago I've said, while posting the Day eighty-eight on facebook, that I wanted to watch a silly movie for a change, after a difficult week on cinema.
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And so that was today's movie. Despite it being called comedy, I only laughed at one joke about virtual cloud. And was it. At first, I thought it wasn't so terrible as I had imagined, but 30 minutes into it, the things went from bad to much worse.
I'm not picky, and not a movie snob at all. I like a lot of films considered bad. I've seen Wimbledon, 2003, more times than I can count, and cried my eyes out in each of them. Ok, not convinced? To be clear, I'll say that: I love ice skating movies. Point made? However, I must admit that this kind of trashy comedy is not on my radar. Ordinary people in crazy situations pictured as extremely stupid is not for me. And the only way I was able to get through this movie, beyond a laziness the size of the universe, was the tricky rug I was crocheting while watching Jason Segel and Cameron Diaz in another unfortunate role.
PS: Fragments: The Fault in Our Stars, 2014.
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