Okay, I get it about formal, paid critics, I think. They are poor slobs who have the envious task that every citizen in any democracy would want. Go to a movie theatre. Slop a little of the sugary sudsies down your top so that you can scratch it off with your finger later. And toss a little of that white fluffy stuff down the cleavage of your chosen partner of the evening. Then go home and write a cynical review. Because, sadly, the maximum ecstasy you were expecting did not appear. This is especially true if that partner you were hoping to shag, yawned and went home on their own instead of <more> agreeing to make mountains out of mole hills by drinking real suds and sliding caviar down your gullet while both of you were wallowing through, yawn, 'just another movie' from your leather couch after watching 'just another movie' in a privileged theatre viewing.And that is why I do not give a leaping leprechaun for what the 'real critics' write about movie reviews anymore. Oh, I confess that I might sneak a peak at a 'new movie!' review in, gasp!, a real newspaper before the public of viewers get to shag or rage about it on the ever present internet. But, for me, what matters is what the poor sods who clog our streets, scraping popcorn off the pavement to survive another day, have to say. Why? For us poor sods who are simply looking for a short escape away from our boring, or oversexed, lives yes, the latter is me! Yeah, right! I did see a flying Leprechaun just swing by in the trees of my small town jungle! , a movie either means something or it doesn't.In my estimation, this movie means something because it actually challenged my emotions... yeah, I even cried a little in parts of it, male hard guy that I am. It is well acted, at least enough so that it seems to have some possible realities in it while allowing us that little bit of fantasy we really, really need. And it is an easy watch with Diane Keaton in it, fulfilling the possibility that aging romance can actually be fun and sexy. And that it is a possibility because? I am old.So, yeah, if I had Michael Douglas' apparent money bags, I would buy this movie and store it so that, one day, I could take it down and go soggy sentimental over the premise of the possibilities for 'true love' at any stage of our life that the movie tries to sell us.Perhaps the problem is that whomever labels these things is some infamous flying Leprechaun who sits up in some tree and swings this movie's credits into a 'romantic comedy' when it is more about soft romantic reflection.It did not make me laugh that much. But it did make me smile, and even with the memories of what love can really be, was good enough to mellow me out for one evening... and leave me hoping that I might have time, one day, to watch it again, not for the moody comedy it sometimes broke into but because, hey, I am a guy who even likes a little romantic reflection once in a while.Even if I have not seen a flying Leprechaun lately. <less> |