Guilty Secret II

After my first post about guilty secrets I feel compelled to admit more. Maybe I'm an exhibitionist, but I doubt it really. I just like sharing.

So to guilt secret number 2. This one again is by no means huge, and in fact runs in a similar theme to my Other Post.

Its a movie I watched when I was in first year uni (why do all my guilty things spring from there). Anyway, this was in the days before I had Kate as a housemate, when we were just on the same course but lived in different halls. She had said how lovely the film was, and that she and all the girls she'd lived with had watched it over and over and loved it.
So off I went and downloaded it and watched it one late afternoon/ early evening. It must have been a Friday night for reasons I shall later recount.

The film was panned completely by critics (justifiably so) and falls very short of my ideas of a great film. I'm into arthouse and generally thought provoking cinema. I love advanced and innovative cinematography and as such love films like Sin City, Amelie, Casino Royale and (insert another film which I loved but can't for the life of me think what it was called...ooo this is going to bug me) really draw me in for the beauty of the camera work. This, most definitely is lacking.

Anyway back to this film, unfortunately this falls well into the Chick Flick category and I hate myself for finding it sweet, pure and enchanting. Maybe its because I don't think anyone would ever love me for the monster I am, or maybe just because I quite fancy the lead man...

As I watched this movie in the early evening, I cried and cried and cried, so much so that when my flatmates came to get me to head to the bar I was sobbing uncontrollably face down on my bed. The film had finished half an hour before. Needless to say I couldn't go out that night as my face had unattractively swelled up and I was rinsed endlessly, culminating in them giving me a framed and (fake) signed poster of the movie for my birthday. Thanks a bunch.

In true tradition I'm not going to reveal the name here, just post this link.

Puss, yes, you can disown me and cast me out. In fact everyone who reads this can cast me out.

At least its supercedes my love of the film Speed (the first film I ever loved, maybe just because I was 13 and hormonal when I first saw it) or Top Gun (I was going through a bit of a military phase at the time....!)


Ooooo look what I'm listening to *conspiratorial whisper*

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