Don’t tell anyone, but I am addicted to chick flicks. I’ve even recruited a bunch of kind friends and relatives to join me as I indulge my habit of skulking into nearly empty darkened theaters at 11 am mid-week on my days off. (Relax. I know I could quit anytime. Really. I just don’t want to.)
So the other day my sister, I, and oh, three-and-a-half other moviegoers (one went out for a box of Dots and never returned), caught a 12:20 showing of “The Last Kiss.” And hey, it was way better than I would’ve thought from the title. If you can, go see it, but don’t worry if you can’t, it’s a perfect DVD rental for a rainy/snowy/just plain boring afternoon.
And I won’t give anything away here, but really, what did Zach Braff as the 29-ish father-to-be protagonist think he was doing anyway with the cute, flirty 19 year-old student flutist who swore she just wanted to be friends (yeah, right)? You want to shout at the screen, “Zach, you idiot, don’t be such a big moron. She’s playing you!” But I guess if he were smarter the movie would’ve been boring.
Anyway, except for the fact that it didn’t show one single dog in the whole thing (and it was supposed to be set in a Wisconsin college town, and anyone knows dogs are a campus staple), I still give “The Last Kiss” two (manicured) thumbs up. (If you saw it, lemme know what you think.)