27 Dresses

I went to see 27 Dresses tonight. Alone, because I could not convince my sisters that it was a worthwhile investment of time. But it was actually on the upper scale of romantic comedies – occasionally funny, plenty of boyish charm and awkward moments, and neither of the women were all that good looking (which is like, important to a RomCom and explains Meg Ryan’s continued success in them, even though she is like, 85 or something).

Malin Akerman is one of those odd women who looks really good as a package, but all those close-up shots of her face (when you can’t see her incredibly long, shapely legs) make her look a little like a mutant. I am not joking! She has a beautiful, if too skinny, body, and then this melted mutant head. It’s jarring. Actually, nobody in this movie is all that good-looking, though when you get just a little bit of James Marsden’s boyish grin with his one-time-I-stared-at-James-Marsden’s-teeth-for-six-hours-and-I-saw-god pearly whites, you are simultaneously fascinated and somewhat attracted. Though I doubt any mortal man or woman could withstand kissing those teeth (his lips are immaterial). It’s be melty faces from The Lost Ark all over again.

Yes, I did just compare James Marsden’s teeth to the Ark of the Covenant.
Perhaps that’s how Malin Akerman got that melty mutant face.
Anyway, as they go, it was pretty enjoyable, no real eyeroll moments, moments that seriously slapped my feminist sensibilities in the face, or moments where you could not suspend your disbelief any longer and had to sigh loudly.

For a RomCom, it was like, a 0 forker, but for a regular movie, it was more like 4 forks. There was nothing really wrong with it, and you could see it again, but it’s not going to sit anywhere near Pride and Prejudice (the Beeb version). It was uninspiring, and did not leave me with a song in my heart.

Also, I’d forgotten how much I enjoy going to movies alone.