The other night, Beni and I tried to watch The Vow, a romantic drama that’s based on a book by Nicholas Sparks that’s based on a true-life story. While the movie provides enough eye candy to sustain a sugar buzz through Halloween, it wasn’t enough to overcome the extreme exhaustion that hits us around ten each night. We set the half-watched movie aside when we retired for the evening, and I resumed it today only because I spent the entire day sick in bed—and not because I had to see the resplendent (and amnestic) Rachel McAdams learn to fall in love with her man all over again.
A wow-er, it wasn’t—the film, not McAdams, of course—it should have taken its storytelling cues from Like Crazy, a movie featuring a cute couple by which I was utterly charmed, even in my afflicted state. Whereas The Vow oozes Hollywood—Tatum Channing is seen cuddling a kitten on his bare chest at one point—Like Crazy stole my heart with its subtlety, montages set to indie music, and standout performances from Felicity Jones and Anton Yelchin.
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