It’s quiet on the ‘Net…

…so I’m posting random thoughts. Like the following:

I like Gerard Butler as an actor. I really do. I’ve liked him in movies that I thought stank to the asteroid field and back (Timeline. peee-yew). I’ve liked him in movies that I thought were pure gems (Dear Frankie). I’ve liked him in movies that are despised (Dracula 2000). I’ve liked him in movies that were obscure, that were controversial, that were cult hits, that started fitness fads. I’m not a fawning groupie, but I enjoy seeing Gerard Butler in movies.

But I can not, under any circumstances, force myself to go see P.S. I Love You. I hate chick-flicks anyway. But even the trailers for this one had me gagging. I didn’t even need to see the movie to feel the artificially contrived tendrils of emotional manipulation coiling around me like so many rotted ichor-dripping tentacles straight out of H.P. Lovecraft. (That should be Butler’s next movie, by the way.) Blegh! I can see Hilary Swank wanting to be more girly for a change…but I can’t imagine why Gerard Butler ever signed for this thing.

So, when I read this review of P.S. I Love You a few minutes ago, I just about fell down laughing–I mean, I really laughed. You have to have seen 300 to get it but…

From this AP item, “Review:`P.S. I Love You’ Is Treacly:”

“…it’s almost offensive…that Holly needs a man to tell her how best to live her life, even from the grave, as if she were too stupid and spineless to find her own strength and figure it out for herself. For a story and a movie that purport themselves to be female-friendly, this concept is anything but.
Guys, however, who loved Butler as the fierce King Leonidas in the testosterone-charged ‘300,’ will probably never be able to forgive him for this. And they shouldn’t. Tonight, we all dine in hell.”

Now that is funny. *g*