April 21, 2006
Jerry Maguire, Call Your Office!
And will someone please explain to me the ludicrous Susan Sarandon? Should I have been moved to tears when she did her little dance at her dead husband's memorial service? Is this how a respectable wife behaves? She looked like a she-wolf in heat! What did I care for her personal transformation—there was no character established to be transformed! Who was this self-absorbed manic-depressive to begin with? Who wrote this smoking pile of dung?
So, while I was unable to see the last 20 minutes because of yet another Blockbuster DVD constructed by prisoners and mental patients, would it have mattered? Did I care anymore about anyone in this story? Nein!
Netflix, Luther is on his way! (I hope they take Bavarian Express...)
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