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Amy Adams gotta eat.

I've had shotgun blasts to the eye orbit, and they're not as bad as you might think. They're way worse.

And why won't this $%&*(#fucking thing remember my personal info? Is this how you tortured Pookie before you kicked him off too? How many days do I have left? What do I have to do to atone?

Bring you the abs of Ryan who?

bleeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Like Mo'nique said, You Can't eat an Oscar.
Also, shut up. This has Sweet Dee, how can you complain?

/returns from grave

And why won't this $%&*(#fucking thing remember my personal info? Is this how you tortured Pookie before you kicked him off too? How many days do I have left? What do I have to do to atone?

Could it be that the reason our comments were so slow before was that the system was busy pulling up the stored info? have we sacrificed automation for speed?

Of course, you could enable auto form filling ad get some of that sweet, sweet function back.

/returns to grave

Thank you so much, trailer guy, for showing the whole fucking movie plot in the trailer. I like me some romantic comedy, and even when it's formulaic I don't want to know the final scene before I, you know, actually see the movie.

If they're in Wales, why does everyone have a thick Irish accent?

And it's 2009! And Wales! Why would plugging in an universal adapter take the power of out of anything anymore? What is this, 1985?

Typical 'Murikans on holiday' ignorant shite.

What else? Bad hygiene? Weird food? No signal? Cars from WWII? Irish and Welsh accents as foreign languages? Everyone talks to nature? We're all as advanced and yet retarded as you are. Fuck you.

Posted by: Kissing Girls Makes You Sleepy at November 13, 2009 11:02 AM

You forgot the "everyone is drunken at the pub"

stippish
If they're in Wales, why does everyone have a thick Irish accent?

I think it's just down to idiot script writers thinking all the Celtic countries are identical to Ireland, and all on the same island to boot, fecking dumb arses

I now understand what Dustin meant by 'Wales or something'

As I recall, there area few ferry lines from England to Ireland, so it wouldn't be that difficult to transport a car across the Irish Sea. Considering where Cardiff is located, I think they would probably take the one from Fishguard to Rosslare, and then drive north roughly along the east coast.

That said, it makes no sense why everyone has a thick Irish accent or why flight would've been diverted to Cardiff in the first place, or why the airline wouldn't have covered another flight for her to Dublin.

Possible hackneyed explanations: time constraints, insulting someone by mistake because she's American,or a series of mishaps involving Amy Adams falling on, tripping over or hitting someone. An exotic animal, such as a monkey, may be involved.

The shame of it all is that I probably would've endured it, if they hadn't included the PENULTIMATE SCENE in the goddamn trailer.

Bring a book.

The Next Leap Year

Sophia Myles flies off to Baton Rouge to rekindle romance with ex-boyfriend (dude from Prince Caspian) who's off playing football for local team, thinking football there is the same thing as in Europe (comedy!)

She'll explain the difference and get him back. There's no reason now to break up with her, aside from her horribly written character flaws (super hot though!)

Her connecting flight from CANADA (fuck you geography) is cancelled and she must make her way down by sharing a lift (or ride) with Mark Wahlberg doing a southern accent.

On the way, she learns that baseball is fun (it's just like cricket!), burgers HAVE nutritional values (when compared to tacos), racism is still okay but only if you're born-again, there's no such thing as a small or medium size anymore and you haven't proven yourself till you've crushed your peers with your aggressive competitive spirit.

Marky Mark seduces her by peacocking it out and doing magic tricks in the middle of a hurricane.

There's a karaoke scene and a slapstick airport scene where Sophia's breasts are revealed (no bra, she's european) and Walhberg gets comically punched in the face by a man made of farts.

So, Pajibadudes, Let me get this straight:
Desperate whiny shrewish girls, who are completely DESPERATE to get MARRIED (because that is all there is in life, you know), are too good for a pair of lovely and presumably expensive diamond earrings, who are so helpless and clueless that thy can't even figure out how to get from point A to point B in an ENGLISH speaking foreign country, who then proceed to shit all over the good deed of a smoking hot stranger, and find themselves in a proposal situation that reminds me of the dog calling scene in every stupid 'will the dog choose him over you' movie scene, is HOT?
Nice ass, I grant you, but really?

{Wow, that was a long sentence even for me!)

I freakin' hate these movies where 'the successful in business but disaster in life' women just have to find the right man who is stern but loving who teaches them to lighten up (which they usually do in a week on vacation) and then they get what they've always secretly wanted but have supressed by being overly type-A at work -- a wedding. Also, I'm totally annoyed with the whole if he doesn't ask me I'll just die, why hasn't he asked me yet bs. If you are so sure about it, ask him, and you don't have to wait for this carnivalesque everything's topsy turvey day either. Freakin' crap. I asked my husband to marry me in a Chinese restaurant in Chicago and we've been happily married with two kids for six years. Rant over, at least the typed out version. I may continue to growl at the computer screen for awhile.

Yeah, Vermillion, I am averaging 2 typos per post this morning, and that post really set up the curve. I have decided to be OK with that. Besides, I didn't say it was a good sentence, just a long one.

My mini-rant was really directed at the theme of 'desperate helpless woman as heroine.' Stuff like that makes my ass itch.

Wait...redhead rolling down a muddy hill in heels and then falling for her rugged stranger guide...Romancing the Stone, anyone?

Alarmjaguar, I'm with you on hating those stereotypes. Apparently all a driven career woman needs is a few pratfalls and she's ready to fall passionately for the nearest hot stranger, who of course will realize her inner vulnerability once he sees her having a dance party to herself/singing in the shower.

I HATE THE IDEA THAT WOMEN JUST DESPERATELY WANT TO GET MARRIED BECAUSE IT'S THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN LIFE AND THE ONLY WAY TO PROVE YOUR WORTH AS A VAGINA-HAVER. I HATE IT SO MUCH I CAN ONLY EXPRESS IT IN ALL CAPS.

holy shit-trinity has family EVERYWHERE

Matthew Goode made Chasing Liberty watchable, so count me in.

I mean, this movie looks pretty much like Chasing Liberty but with a more competent actress as the lead.

Also, women can propose to their boyfriends ANY day, not only on some bullshit made up tradition day.

Hey, it's the girl from "It's Always Sunny..."! And the guy from "Party Down"! It's good to see them getting work, but I don't think a movie like this will help me remember their names any better.

BWeaves:

I suspect it's a rote 'Ugly American' scene, as anyone with two brain cells and a little bit of friction would understand that (as of yet) you can't drive your land boat through the water. So...I guess she failed elementary geography.

Hopefully, Owen from The Vicar of Dibley will make the trip to Wales to go to her pub, and give her an ol'-fashioned livery rogering that will live in infamy. It will be an opportunity for both parties: He will loosen her up and his outwardly crusty, but ultimately treacle-sweet and urbane country wisdom will teach her to drop her materialistic, high-strung American preoccupations and she'll live life like she's laughing.

She in turn, will teach him how to read.

See? Everybody loses equally, so... 'Yes, We Can!' Whee.

Of course, seeing as how my ex just 'upgraded', I will rain fiery hell on anyone who even mentions love. So fuck romantic comedies, and fuck love. Here's a question movie fans: How hard will I laugh when this Blandy McBlanderson Cold Comfort Farm ripoff refuses to pony up the cash in court? Hard, that's how hard.

This just in: The heart is a piece of GARBAGE!!! At least this one didn't 'dump' me by leaving the country forever without a fucking word of warning, leaving me to learn from one of his house mates that he got a job in the Middle East. I'm a fucking sitcom! Fine, GO! Roadside piece of shit. Nope, I just got hear about some dame this lover-rocket fucked who is essentially a better version of myself. So, you had a good week, sir? Well, I sure did, what with taking in your mail and losing ten pounds to food poisoning. But as long as you're happy, no one else matters, huh? Everyone thinks you're awesome when they need one of your degrees, then first opportunity, bam! You're naught but an all-purpose contingency plan with whom people will deign to pass the time until something better comes along, right? RIGHT? Is there such a thing as retroactive literacy? It'd go in far in getting these chilblain dickslaps out of my wake.

So, who needs me to do their homework? Need me to talk in Middle English or French? Need someone to knock out some Kurt Weill vocal skillzez, play Debussy preludes or teach you Mozart's trill exercises? Anyone need me to recite all of the stupid fucking monarchs of England, including notes on removed acclamation or the Interregnum/Restoration? The Time of Troubles? Scrofula? Stamford Bridge? Achebe? Bhabha? It's all very useful and fulfilling crap, and if you don't find that shit endearing, I'll burp you and read passages of ULYSSES (the raping of the semi-colon) as the banana bread bakes nearby.
Happy, happy, kissy-kissy goo-goo! Now, let's discuss Pravda!

Hm. Maybe if I displayed one one-thousandth of the batshit bitch-cakes crazy that I show on this site in that whole 'real life' thing, I'd probably be better at 'people'. Misdirected rage is a good distraction, and far less embarrassing than the 'crying alone in the apartment' junk. Not that I've been doing that...*cough*. Okay, I'll brew a pot of levity tea.

Party at Scrooge McDuck's! But don't bring Baby Duck, because it--like tolerance, foie gras, beluga caviar, truffles and Kentucky Fried Emerald--is for poor people Also, no Grey Goose. I'm Canadian, we have a history with those feathery dirt-pushers.

There. Affidavit that. Long live Pazuzu.

who knew a single trailer could ignite so much hate-its a friggin movie,and if you're going to see as some condensation of reality itself,well hey thats your problem.

Wait, is this the trailer or just a 1.30 min version of the actual film? Cause I sure can't tell whats going to happen. WILL she fall in love with rural Man With Beard ? I think I might have to see the 1.30 hour version to figure that one out.

She was brilliant, humorous, generous, and crack a smile sometimes. This image of abundant emotions, absoulutely outpace her "HR manager, Monthly income over $10,000 " life tag image. Express your emotion, let youself, life change to a poetic picture. A woman ★★S★ugarl oves★★★ c om like that always reversed all sentient beings, got the love of whole world man.

ALSO, 'here's some diamonds to keep your ears warm while i leave to go to Ireland' WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!
And YEAH, why would a plan heading for Dublin rerout SEVERAL MILES ACROSS A SEA to land?! Why not reroute to Shannon Airport, THAT WOULD HAVE ACTUALLY MADE SENSE!! or indeed, Belfast?!
And how do they explain her being an incompetent shmuck when the many other people on the flight seem to have gotten along just fine? HOW DOES SHE GO FROM CARDIFF TO SOME RANDOM ANCIENT INN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BASTARD COUNTRYSIDE?! I would like to assume its that SHE, the character, is a total fucking moron and some taxi driver takes advantage of her and drives her to the middle of no where when she comes out of Cardiff Airport and goes 'Dublin please', so drives her to the middle of no where and leaves her and thinks its hilarious and takes all of her money. BUT THE WHY IS EVERYONE IN THE INN IRISH!WHY DIDN'T THE BRITISH ACTORS ON SET RAISE THIS ISSUE WHEN FILMING?! HOW HAS IT GOTTEN THIS FAR WITHOUT ANY ONE HAVING EVER POINTED OUT THIS INCREDIBLY SCARY ERROR, SCARY BECAUSE OMG HOW STUPID CAN PEOPLE BE!!!!
I mean I'm not even gonna bother about the 'All an Uptight New York woman needs is a porking from a good ole country boy' shit because jesus that scrap is insulting and stale, my genuine concern is for the apalling state of basic geography.
Jesus, enough americans claim to have basically descended from the old Gods of Ireland, enough of them have a flag that shows it to be a TOTALLY SEPERATE ISLAND but then again, Americans will have flags that show their state, and their state alone, which would lead me to think it was an island if i didn't know any better.BUT I DO BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING OBVIOUS ITS ON EVERY MAP OF THE WORLD EVER.
The idea he's driving her to catch a ferry doesn't work because he's clearly irish, the people at the pub are clearly irish, she's clearly supposed to be in Ireland. Which is like...how did someone make the leap 'Oh yeah, Cardiff, in Wales, In Ireland...Like..Cardiff is the city, in the state of Wales, in the country of Ireland? Is that the way they thought it works?
That's sort of amazingly insulting. I mean I'm pretty sure Torchwood is pretty popular over there, right? And like...you teach the Geography of OTHER COUNTRIES THAN AMERICA in schools, right?
I just...I am mind blown. I reallllyyy hope that the advert has just given the wrong impression,t hat maybe she gets to Wales, charters a flight to Ireland and ends up in some tiny airfield in the middle of no where, and THEN has to be driven to Dublin. That would be okay. Still sort of retarded but it would at least give me hope for the future map makers from the US.

I'm pretty sure she takes a boat from Cardiff to Ireland - the trailer just doesn't make that clear (though you can briefly catch a glimpse of Amy Adams on a boat/heavy rain at the end of the trailer). I saw a behind-the-scenes reel with a boat, so my guess is that while she lands in Wales, most of her journey takes place in Ireland.