The holiday
So T and I went to see The Holiday today. We talked a bit about her boyfriend first. Things seem to be going really well. She did confide that she gets frustrated about the "little things." "When he blows his nose, it's more like a honk," she said, "and he always has his hand near his crotch."
(This reminded me of D's college roommate (I'll call him Buffin), whom I never met because I met D after college. D and Buffin were randomly matched, since it was freshman year. Buffin was a football player who liked his drink a bit too much. Once his friends had to call the paramedics. When he came to, he was throwing punches at the paramedics. He had to have his stomach pumped. Finally he said, referring to himself in the third person: "A lesser man might stop drinking after something like this, but not Buffin!" Oy. When I studied for the bar, we were told to put up a picture of someone unlikely who had passed the bar, to boost our confidence; we duly put up a picture of Buffin. It's down now.)
I liked The Holiday. I'm always charmed by the British habit of calling it a holiday, instead of a prosaic "vacation"; they also call L.A. Lotus Land, which I didn't know before. The characters weren't extraordinarily well developed, and the script was just serviceable, but I didn't have these thoughts until later. I like most Nancy Meyer movies (Something's Gotta Give, etc.) and this one was no exception. T gave it a B, while I gave it an A or A-. I don't think it would hold up to rewatching, but it was a fun, feel-good confection. And I liked the candy cane/gingerbread cinematography in London; Kate Winslet's house was so cozy. (I guess it was technically in Surrey.)
There was a subplot where Kate was going to dinner and working out with a 90-year-old man, and I was wincing a bit and expecting them to sleep together. Thankfully, they never did. He just taught her about empowerment, or as he called it, "gumption." Dustin Hoffman also had a cameo.
(This reminded me of D's college roommate (I'll call him Buffin), whom I never met because I met D after college. D and Buffin were randomly matched, since it was freshman year. Buffin was a football player who liked his drink a bit too much. Once his friends had to call the paramedics. When he came to, he was throwing punches at the paramedics. He had to have his stomach pumped. Finally he said, referring to himself in the third person: "A lesser man might stop drinking after something like this, but not Buffin!" Oy. When I studied for the bar, we were told to put up a picture of someone unlikely who had passed the bar, to boost our confidence; we duly put up a picture of Buffin. It's down now.)
I liked The Holiday. I'm always charmed by the British habit of calling it a holiday, instead of a prosaic "vacation"; they also call L.A. Lotus Land, which I didn't know before. The characters weren't extraordinarily well developed, and the script was just serviceable, but I didn't have these thoughts until later. I like most Nancy Meyer movies (Something's Gotta Give, etc.) and this one was no exception. T gave it a B, while I gave it an A or A-. I don't think it would hold up to rewatching, but it was a fun, feel-good confection. And I liked the candy cane/gingerbread cinematography in London; Kate Winslet's house was so cozy. (I guess it was technically in Surrey.)
There was a subplot where Kate was going to dinner and working out with a 90-year-old man, and I was wincing a bit and expecting them to sleep together. Thankfully, they never did. He just taught her about empowerment, or as he called it, "gumption." Dustin Hoffman also had a cameo.
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Thanks for the review, Bearette--I want to go see it, but don't know if I can drag DH to it. However, it IS my turn to pick the movie! :)
Wish D a Happy Hanukkah from me!
Bdogg - will do :) i remember some guy left (or went to the bathroom, but i never saw him come back) and i was surprised that a guy had come to the movie at all ;)
Other than that, I enjoyed the book. :)