I really enjoyed this film! Loved would be an overstatement, but it's very sweet and pleasant. Feels kinda like Under the Tuscan Sun combined with something Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts might do together.
My sole complaint had nothing to do with the film, but rather, the uncouth woman behind me who ordered, and I quote, "Two large cups of ice, and keep 'em full like they're going out of style. Plus, two bowls of popcorn: One with enough salt and butter for me to swim in, and one dry. I'm a weirdo, I know, but please." She then proceeded—I swear—to obnoxiously shake, rattle, and toss back and crunch aloud four whole cups of ice for two hours straight, frequently exhaling cold air so forcefully that it chilled the back of my neck with goosebumps.
Woman, thou art crazy!
A close 3rd behind only talking and using one's phone incessantly throughout a movie, constantly rattling and banging a large cup of ice against one's lips and cheeks as if your life depended on it is a MASSIVE trigger for me. Do people not realize how boorish this is?
So now I think I need a nice, long massage.
Madness. Sheer madness.
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Anyway, on the bright side, the last couple nights the movie theater has easily reached its 50% maximum allowable capacity, so it's starting to feel like cinema (and people!) are slowly coming back.
Just don't shake, rattle, roll, crunch and munch on ice, nor suck that milkshake straw 30 minutes past empty.
Your fellow moviegoers thank you.
That is all. The End.
