I’m not really a chick-flick chick. “Love Actually” was the only one that didn’t have snorting and scoffing every 10 seconds, but I suspect it was mostly caused by Alan Rickman and the fact that he, Colin Firth, Emma Thompson, Rodrigo Santoro, Bill Nighy and Mr. Bean were all in the same film.
Last night, I watched, “27 Dresses” on Star Movies. Not only did it make me feel warm and fuzzy inside, it also suspended my cynicism towards marriage, if only for just 5 minutes. The cause of my estrogen-frenzied evening? Katherine Heigl.
Somehow chick flicks don’t seem so ridiculous when she’s in them. She’s smart and funny and so awesomely self-deprecating. Of course, the only other movie I’ve watched with her in it is, “Knocked Up”, so I don’t have a lot to compare with. Knocked Up was great, btw. And no, I don’t watch Grey’s Anatomy.