Fool Me Twice...

I watched a real shit bomb tonight, titled "It's Complicated." Now, I know what you're thinking. "Duh." And you have a point. But despite all the luke-warm and/or bad reviews, I really was rooting for this movie. I should've known it was a bad idea when I went to Blockbuster, picked up the movie and while I was checking out (by the MOST. AWKWARD. GIRL. IN. AMERICA.) I just kept thinking, "God, I hope no one I know sees me."

I love, love, love Alec Baldwin, Steve Martin, and of course Meryl Streep. But sweet Mother of God, so much of the movie was stuff I just could not relate to, like being 60, to start with. For those of you who haven't seen it - stay strong! - basically it's the story of Jane (Streep) who has been divorced from her ex (Baldwin) for ten years. He is now married to a much younger and model-y-er lady, but when the two exes meet up in NYC, they get bombed in their swanky hotel and end up boning. The story then plods on and on and on for two more hours, in which Jane waffles between hooking up with her ex and starting something with a new guy (Martin). And throughout the movie while Streep and Baldwin are rehashing their failed marriage, the phrase, "no, it was both our faults" was uttered at least 12 separate times. Barf.

And I think it bears mentioning that I feel like my retinas may have been permanently scarred by seeing Alec Baldwin almost totally nude like three times. Terrifying, really. Especially since up until now, every time I watch "30 Rock" I've been pretending that underneath those suits Alec magically still had the bod he was rocking circa "Working Girl." I mean, WOW, what a difference twenty-five years makes! I can tell you, I'm seeing the same schlubby progression with Matthew Perry, and I don't like it one little bit. Let's all take a lesson from Brad and George, gentlemen, and stay diligent with the weights.

High five.