The Devil Wears Patricia Field
It’s the perfect summer flick. And not just a chick flick either. Boys, don’t be afraid: the cinema was packed with your kind. It was actually kinda weird how many men were there. Straight men. Maybe they came to pick up women. Or maybe they were out to revel in their true metrosexuality. Whatever, they enjoyed it too.
Plan B
Remember back in the day when you were young and foolish? There was always the Plan B-er. The boy –or girl – who was besotted with you. Like in Teen Movies. The insurance policy. In real life, you probably never thought twice about the loser who was into you. Until you got dumped and turned to them, only to find they’d moved on.
Aniston Wears Prada
OK. The Vaughn. I feel like I know him. And I love him. Actually, I kinda feel like I’m married to him – making me love him more. And no, I am not completely delusional, nor am I a stalking freakazoid. He just reminds me of the man I happen to be married to (in real life).
My Favourite Waste of Time
Here’s the thing with this flick – they’re all so smart it’s crazy. Crazy good. Crazy entertaining. Crazy, scary, smart. Smarter than the smartest guy you know kind of smart. But don’t let that turn you off…
Friends with Money
I loved all scenes with the gay-straight guy. Or straight-gay guy. Whatever. He was the best girlfriend any of them could’ve wished for. For therein lies my real problem with this movie: I didn’t believe these chicitas were friends in the first place.