"this might be one of the best movies I have ever seen."
That's the movie.
The one that's maybe the best she's ever seen.
She did say not to quote her.
But I couldn't help it.
Because it seems pretty funny.
But it was a pretty good movie. Well, pretty entertaining.
You should go see it, ladies.
Cause it is a perfect girly movie.
(You know what I mean.)
So, I kept thinking, how does such a lovely confection of girly bliss get made?
I imagine maybe some doughy, old bald white guys with sweaty pits, shiny faces, and short, wide ties were sitting around smoking cigars in a dark room with dented 1950s metal office furniture, and one of them said:
"Harold, hows about we make a movie for the ladies? Whaddaya think?"And then Frank cuts in: "I know! Something with hot teenage vampires!""Too late. Done to death," muses Harold. "How about a wedding? Better yet, a couple-a weddings? And Vera Wang wedding dresses? The ladies love the wedding dresses.""Yeah, and wedding cake. And flowers, and diamond rings. In little Tiffany boxes. Girls pretty much wet their pants over Tiffany boxes.""And the Plaza? And the Palm Court at the Plaza? And best friends. Girls always want to KIT with their Best Friends Forever.""Only, they fight. Girls also love a good cat fight. Almost as much as the boys do. Hey, boys?"Cue lecherous laughter.
I won't go so far as to say it was a good as Notting Hill, which is a 10+, incorporating as it does Hugh Grant and London, which are two of my ATFs (all time favorites). Notting Hill is is pretty much the standard by which I judge this sorta film ('film' being used here in the loosest possible way). But still, I'll give Bride Wars an 8.5 on the Chick Flick Fun Scale. An 8.75, even.
P.S. Don't take boys along. They will not appreciate it. Is like when you try to get your husband to watch Masterpiece Theater with you, but then he talks in a nasally falsetto and pretends to be Jane Austen, whining about her love life. Or a ghostly Cathy, out on the moor, whining about her love life. Or Tess of the D'Urbervilles, whining about her love life.
Is not funny.
Is serious business.
Tess, part deux, begins in 120 minutes.
Lavonne gave me some Junior Mints at Church. (To eat instead of my pantcessories). I'm saving them for Tess-time.