This is the most chick flickiest chick flick I have ever seen. Ever. It is like the Rambo of romantic comedies. Pretty Woman and You’ve Got Mail are ham-fisted action movies in comparison.
Picture being made of pink cotton candy and slowly drowning in a sticky vat of melted Jane Austen novels, warmed by the currents of heated air wafting from Hugh Grant’s eyelashes every time he blinks, while someone slaps you in the eye repeatedly with rose petals….
I’m a female, but this movie made me want to dunk my steak in a pitcher of beer and bump shoulders with the guys, drawling “Women, eh? Can’t live with ’em, can’t live with ’em.”