This is what happens when we have to go to suburbia for a COSTCO run. We end up in a restaurant with pictures of food on the menu and drinks served in actual buckets. I feel like I’m at Myrtle Beach…this is not a good thing.
Lush.
Cynic.
Lesbian.
Living in Portland in a floating house.
Meet me for beers on The Dock of the Gay.
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Unsolicited Movie Review Monday
Well, we watched this crapfest last night. Let me break it down for you…
- the age old tale of rich white people who cheat on each other and then go to the Hamptons
- not enough John Krasinski to make it worth the bullshit of how utterly and completely un-funny it is to cheat on someone
- not enough of Kate Hudson’s booty to make up for how predictable the plot is
- we’re supposed to believe Ginnifer Goodwin is the token “ugly, smart chick”? Not buying it, I would kiss her right on her pretty mouth.
- did I say not enough John Krasinski? Because he’s really the only reason why we watched it…well, John and Kate’s ass
- once again…infidelity is just not amusing to me
- blah blah blah…Hamptons, money, white people, badminton, Range Rover
- men wearing crocheted sweaters on the beach
- Heineken was the proud sponsor of this craptacular movie (because you know how white yuppies just LOOOOVE their Heinekens)
