this is a movie whose plot follows every single expected plot device known to mankind since cavemen hosted theatricals. it is so immediately obvious what will happen next that there is a certain comfort to it. it's like mashed potatoes: you know exactly what they'll taste like and sometimes you want some. with plenty of butter. and there's butter. the gruff irishman is plenty butter enough.
amy adams, on the other hand, really needs to stop playing wide eyed ingenue roles what with those prominently visible crow's feet. not that i'm judging. i've gots'em too, but then again the last time i played a wide eyed ingenue, i was maybe 14.
and finally, the thing that always gets me in romantic comedies is that grown up adult people, people with jobs, pasts, credit ratings, vehicles and mortgages, people, in a word, who should know better, continue to mistake the lust that is likely to develop between two strangers thrown together for several days for True Love which, as every scriptwriter knows, leads to Marriage. despite my deeply romantic disposition, i am continually offended by this notion, that after 3 days of sparks, of being forced to share a bed (oh the hilarity!), a kiss or two, and many zany adventures, a couple would decide to spend the rest of their lives together. how très irresponsible.
why not just shack up and call it quits when the grumpy, unpleasant, burping, albeit rather scruffily handsome cad turns out to be precisely the same, after the sexy times have worn off?
of course, the better question might be why the hell i went in the first place?