Sunday, January 21, 2007
The Craptacular Break-Up
I've been slightly under the weather for the last week or so and spending a lot of time in my jam-jams watching tv, listening to my iPod and reading until the headache becomes really piercing. So, last night we thought it'd be fun to watch The Break-Up (a.k.a. Jennifer Aniston's consolation prize).
The movie got pretty mixed reviews with some critics hating it and some not hating it as much, so we thought it would be a perfect Netflix movie - we hadn't spent too much on it and it was only an hour and forty-seven minutes.
Well. Not only were most of the characters unlikable, but Vince Vaughn's character was pretty much unwatchable. I kept turning to the Beast and saying, "Is he really that stupid? Are there men out there this stupid? She can do so much better. Why does she still want to be with him?"
Aniston's character points out pretty early on that Vaughn is an inconsiderate prick, but she spends the rest of the movie crying about how much she wants him back. Meanwhile Vaughn throws strip-poker parties with his friend, the bloated Jon Favreau, which, I'm sorry, but chicks like that? Do not get naked with guys who look like Vince and Jon, and generally acting like the asshole she has already pointed out that he is.
I could not wait for this movie to end and humbly offer my opinion to anyone out there who hasn't seen this trainwreck and thinks it might be a nice alternative to a Saturday night spent cleaning your closets, scouring the bathroom or alphabetizing your VHS collection.
If you've already wasted your money on it, please don't waste your time, too. You'll only regret it.
Posted by Kate at 21.1.07