My sister and I went to see Failure to Launch, the #1 romantic comedy in America, this weekend. It was better than I expected, but I expected very, very little. I have a problem with Matthew McConawhatever. His self-satisfied smarminess and slurred twang have never been my cup up lentils. I love Sarah Jessica Parker, but the trailer I'd seen didn't give me much hope. The thing is, when you're at surburban multiplex you have to make do. It was either FtL or V for Vendetta. Since I was creeped out by the villain in the freaky mask and scared off by the promise of Natalie Portman's terrible, terrible acting skills, I preferred to see Terry Bradshaw naked. (I'm sorry, guys, I know Natalie's adorable, but I saw the clip of her sobbing during the head-shaving scene and wanted to guffaw.)
Anyway, FtL was breezy and buffoony. Not the worst romantic comedy I've seen by a long shot (e.g., Notting Hill). Zooey Deschanel was the best part of the film for me. She got some sincere laughs from the audience with her deadpan delivery. I see great things for her. Even greater than feeding SJP expository dialogue. Speaking of SJP, I know she's always been thin, but she's kicked it up a notch. The "S" in SJP now stands for "Sinewy." With her fake tan in the film, she looks like a piece of beef jerky with blonde hair. I suspect a case of failure to lunch.