Mr. Me

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Dreck

· by Mr. Me · General · 4 comments

No thank you, Hollywood for the complete and utter rubbish you seem to be turning out these days.

And thank you, Redbox for making me only pay a dollar for a rental, so that when I decide halfway through a movie that I don't even want to watch the rest of the movie, I don't feel like I've wasted a lot of money.

There's an hour of my life and a date night that I'll never get back.

Stoopid, stoopid, stoopid.

Apologies to those that liked the movie, but for the rest of you, if you happen by a Redbox and see the movie P.S. I Love You available, do yourself a favor and rent something else.

Ugh.  Does anybody have anything to scrub the bad taste out of my brain?  Brain brillo?  Or maybe some mental floss?

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  1. AmandaStretch

    I'll admit, I liked it. Was it fantastic? Deifnitely not, but, I still enjoyed it. I MUCH prefer the book though. Ooh. Maybe the next time I read the book, I'll have Gerard Butler cuddle with me, then I'll have the best of both things. Awesome.

  2. The Daredevil Mom

    Heck, Amanda -- if you can get Gerard Butler to cuddle with you, who needs a book???

    Mental floss. That's funny.

  3. Mr. Me

    You can like it.

    I HATED the relationship the two main characters had. They showed arguing, belittling, yelling... I'm sorry, but if that's the kind of relationship they had, I didn't really give two hoots about the way the relationship continued after his death.

  4. Mel-Issa

    Wow... wow. Now I'm REALLY REALLY REALLY glad I didn't see this with you, DeShawn...

    Another wow...

    (I have come to the conclusion, my dear friend, that we really don't seem to have the same taste in movies at all. And that surprises me a lot.)