Ryan Gosling — an actor who The Frisky has totally neutral opinions on — says that “Blue Valentine” is a film that couples should watch together, as it’s “a cautionary tale about what can happen to love if you ignore it and you take it for granted.” We happen to think that while the love between Gosling’s Dean and Michelle Williams‘ Cindy is far from perfect, the film itself is pretty close. Impeccably acted — in fact, much of the film was improvised — “Blue Valentine” flip-flops between the past and the present state of Dean and Cindy’s relationship, showing how love can “bloom and die,” without needing to reveal the details in between. The DVD includes deleted scenes, a behind-the-scenes feature, and an on-set home movie. A must-have for the “movies that illustrate how much love can hurt” section on your shelf.
Last week, Jessica and I were lucky enough to attend a screening of the movie “Bridesmaids,”
which hits theaters this Friday. You can check out Jessica’s review of the film here
, but allow me to add my own two cents and that is that, holy crap, was it hilarious. I’m already laying the groundwork for ducking out of the plans I made Friday night — cough, cough
— so that I can go see “Bridesmaids” again. The movie made me feel really glad that I don’t have any friends (who aren’t already married) that would want me to be a bridesmaid in their wedding. Being not-too
-good-a-friend to everyone has never been so awesome. I kid. Sort of. Anyway, here’s some exclusive footage from the “Bridesmaids” premiere. Woot woot! Keep reading »
I consider myself lucky because for the better part of 31+ years, I have lived a relatively allergy-free life. But that good fortune also means that when I suddenly found myself responding badly to the uptick of pollen in the spring air I could not shut the f**k up about suddenly having allergies. Seriously, I have been a huge baby for the last two weeks, whining incessantly about the pain in my sinuses, the never-ending snot clogging my nostrils, and the disgusting post-nasal drip tickling at the back of my throat. I’ve been moaning about it on Twitter, in my Facebook status updates, and to anyone who will listen, including my poor neighbors who have no doubt tired of hearing me snort and hack phlegm. Keep reading »