The Bucket List

I have some friends who saw P.S. I love you and apparently almost every woman loves it and sobs the entire time and every guy who sees it sobs because he had to sit through it...

 

A review I saw said P.S. deserved a lot of credit for being an unabashed woman-focused tearjerker in an age where studios are demanding these all-things-to-all-people, marketable products. I thought that was a fair point.

 

Mrs. Novelist went to see it and loved it, but strongly recommended I stay away. For once, I'll do exactly as she says. OK, it's more than once. It's pretty much all the time. But I'll feel good about it this time.

 

Of course, it's written by a man.

 

The Great Debaters is as formulaic as it gets. A very safe choice for Washington, indeed.

Somewhere, Edward James Olmos beams with pride.

 

I get the notion that people want to see something they haven't seen before. But going to see Washington in a movie is a pretty safe choice for the viewing public. I'm not going to begrudge Denzel a safe choice or two. Dude's got to eat, right?

 

Shit, I could write a weeper for women that would have them riding out of the theater on a salty wave.

 

I felt the same way about Space Cowboys. When I heard Clint Eastwood, Tommy Lee Jones, Jim Garner and Donald Sutherland were making a movie together, I didn't care what it was about.

 

Denzel's at the point in a career where he can and should take a few risks.

 

First of all, you're all assholes. I unashamedly admit I thought it was a great movie. And yes I love tearjerkers, and yes I have my man card so fuck off.

Secondly, it was written by a woman — the producer of that new Kelly Bundy show. Dont know the name.

 

Samantha Who?