Unconditional Love

Ferlie and I watched Unconditional Love, snuggled on our couch, the only way to watch a chick-flick (assuming you weren't, as was this unfortunate writer, able to get out of it).

This movie definitely had some potential in the "feel-good" "chick-flick" genre, but the editing and direction combined for a ham-fisted mess, and most sit-coms have better writing. A cute idea, an excellent cast, and a total waste of time.

Rupert Everett, Kathy Bates, and Dan Akroyd were all well-cast, and handled the roles given them as well as humanly possible. The casting of Johnathon Pryce as the Sinatra/Elvis/Englebert Humperdink character might've worked with a better script, but as it was, it seemed either a moronic turn or a failed attempt at humor by way of mockery. The scenes with Julie Andrews breaking into song to calm riotous crowds were quite funny, and Meredith Eaton was a lot of fun as sex-crazed, hard-as-nails-but-with-a-heart-of-gold midget (the writers incorrectly labeled her a dwarf).

Misanglothropes will also find plenty of Britishness at which to point their condescending laughter.

I'm glad i "netflixed" it instead of having to live with the memory of handing over cash for this poor-quality entertainment.