As I said Friday, I was finally able to take in "Leap Year" - a movie I had coveted for months and months - Thursday evening. "Prepare to be disappointed," my roommate said beforehand. Ironically enough, he had already seen it. I say ironically because, much like any other straight 20-something male in the entire universe, he never wanted to see it in the first place.
Disappointed I was not. In fact, with the exception of "The Kids Are All Right," I would even venture to say it's the best movie I have seen released this year (that sound of a loud thump you just heard was the noise my credibility made when it hit the concrete after falling 12 stories). Loved, loved, loved Matthew Goode and, as always, Amy Adams is someone I hold near and dear to my movie-watching heart. The ending was fabulous and it would take more than one hand to count the amount of times I legitimately laughed out loud at some nonsensical gag portrayed within the film.
But none of that is really the story here. Nope. That honor goes to the fact that my love for the movie only reiterated my inexplicable, unmatchable, undying and unrequited love for romantic comedies. I mean, my God. This is a movie that released to awful reviews and more negative ratings on all of the internet movie critic sites than the latest Vin Diesel effort. Me loving this thing doesn't just make me look feminine. It makes me feel as though I should keep an eye out for subscription offers for Redbook.
All of this said, I sat down to think about the amount of romantic comedies I've seen, and realized that my number is sadly low. "Music and Lyrics," "Definitely, Maybe," "50 First Dates," "Did You Hear About The Morgans?" "Valentine's Day," "How To Lose Friends And Alienate People," "Forgetting Sarah Marshall," "Wedding Crashers," and, of course, the best-ever, without-any-doubt-crazy-ridiculous-good film, "Love Actually." But that's it.
So, alas, I turn to you, my Internet, blogtastic, dear friends. I need suggestions. And while all are welcome in the comments section, I must ask that you keep the following in mind: No Dane Cook , Katherine Heigl or Seth Rogan movies, please ("Good Luck Chuck" and "The Ugly Truth" was unbearable and though I know most of you seem to have an unwarranted crush on him, Seth Rogan simply needs to go away). Knowing my love for "Leap Year," though, this task should be fairly easy. I mean, come on. If I can fall in love with a movie such as that, I should be able to find joy in just about anything you lovely individuals offer.
And if you all fail me (which, I pray to God I don't happen upon this blog later today to find a grand total of zero comments, mind you), at least I can look forward to this...
Now, tell me that doesn't look great.