Javier is away for a few days so I have the opportunity to catch up on my 'chick-flicks'. Not that he wouldn't be absolutely thrilled to watch them with me, but sometimes these movies just have to be a girlie thing, you know.
Night #1 - P.S. I Love You. I've read a few different reviews by bloggers about this movie. When it first came out I didn't think I'd want to see it, but when I heard it was tear-inducing, I know I'd have to rent it. Oh my. I started crying in the first 5 minutes and was still snivelling when I watched the special features on the DVD. Even the deleted scenes were touching! The Irish boys were especially delightful to watch on the screen. Definitely a two hankie, or in my case, two sleeve ('cause I was too lazy to get tissue from the bathroom) movie. My menu to accompany this movie included two slices of toasted cranberry pecan multigrain toast, an iced chai latte, and a really big piece of cheesecake. mmmmm
Night #2 - Waitress. This movie didn't make me cry, but I did smile lots. Keri Russell is just the cutest actress ever. I didn't realize until the end that one of the actresses was also the writer and director AND was also murdered before the movie was released. It made the story more poignant. Plus I can sort of relate to the story. I didn't have an affair with my baby doctor, but I did develop a crush on the cute med student that was completing his residence with my regular doctor. I definitely was not as cute as Keri Russell when I was pregnant, but this didn't stop me from getting all dolled up for my prenatal appointments. I'm not completely sure what was happening in my hormone-riddled little brain. At least I didn't hit on him, thank goodness. I decided that I needed a more sophisticated menu for this movie - small glass of chardonnay, microwave popcorn sprinkled with Louisiana hot sauce, and a large peanut butter chip cookie. Yeah I don't think it quite was as sophisticated as I thought. Maybe I should have just made a pie.
I think I have chick flicks out of my system for a while. I have to turn my thoughts to more masculine movies like Iron Man, grrr.
My dear Javier comes home tomorrow. Thank goodness or I'll turn into a rather sizeable couch potato.