movie review

"Kevin. Brittany's a chick."

Yeah, sometimes my estrogen catches up with me, and I find myself enjoying a chick flick. In fact, there are some that I enjoy so much that I will watch them anytime they are on. I can't help myself. These movies aren't even that good. But I can't turn away, like a moth to a flame. So actually, maybe I don't enjoy these movies, but rather appreciate them on a masochistic level. Mostly, I watch these movies by myself, in my room, but now, I'm going to share with you the movies that will render me unable to turn away.

Hardee har har!

MacGruber! They made a mooooovie! Yup, they surrrrrrrrre did.

Previously, on Twitter: "Babies" was everything I wanted it to be: all the adorableness without the actual poop smell.

ZOMG. Loved it.

Three films. Yawn yawn and yawn.

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Male gaze, female gaze. This one's meant for anyone's gaze.

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I had nothing against Michael Cera until he took down Nick Twisp. Now, Cera is on notice.

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Well, that was uncomfortable.

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I've already failed at one of my resolutions. (Blog more.) Maybe if I review all the movies I've seen since my last movie review post (which includes Up In The Air, Fantastic Mr. Fox, Precious, Youth In Revolt, and now, It's Complicated) I'll feel less bad about it.

So anyway. It's Complicated. A movie littered with rich, white people problems. Meaning, no actual real problems. Let's live vicariously through their plight, shall we?