"Hope Floats" is a glory of a chick flick and everyone in it comes out golden, even the town is so exceptionally perfect; if there's any flaw to the movie, it's the perfection of everything in it.
The movie also reminds certain males what scurrilous low life rat bastards we really are. There's nothing anyone can ever say which absolves that. You goin' burn, bitch.
Even so, that brings an even greater poignance to the movie because you see this lady made it through even though we know that hardly ever happens. If you're not coming out of this with a truckload of guilt, hombre, you just ain't payin' attention.
The purpose of the movie isn't self-mutilation even when it's inevitable as it is compelling from the total adorability of a duckling transform in which Sandra Bullock started out shallow but blossomed and she does that change in always endearing style.
That will do it for chick flicks just now as that one is as beautiful as it is punishing. There's always a price to be paid and you better know that before you hit the road, cowboy, or don't ever come off the road in the first place. Tip: no-one knows the price until the bill comes due. Stay home, buckaroo.
Much as I enjoy self-flagellation, I'll continue that privately and instead segue out here to "Demolition Man" which is in keeping with the general philosophy that any problem can be solved by dropping a bomb on it. This movie is sci-fi as perceived by Stan Lee at Marvel Comics. Sylvester Stallone and Sandra Bullock should have learned from that neither has any business making sci-fi movies ... but then came "Gravity" which was weighted like a leaden tooth fairy.
With all this in mind, we shall sally forth to enter that field of comic squalor where the one saving grace, the one noble shining light, is Dennis Leary doing a ripshit monologue on the Establishment.
(Ed: that was a segue?)
More like a crash landing but I'm going with it.
The movie also reminds certain males what scurrilous low life rat bastards we really are. There's nothing anyone can ever say which absolves that. You goin' burn, bitch.
Even so, that brings an even greater poignance to the movie because you see this lady made it through even though we know that hardly ever happens. If you're not coming out of this with a truckload of guilt, hombre, you just ain't payin' attention.
The purpose of the movie isn't self-mutilation even when it's inevitable as it is compelling from the total adorability of a duckling transform in which Sandra Bullock started out shallow but blossomed and she does that change in always endearing style.
That will do it for chick flicks just now as that one is as beautiful as it is punishing. There's always a price to be paid and you better know that before you hit the road, cowboy, or don't ever come off the road in the first place. Tip: no-one knows the price until the bill comes due. Stay home, buckaroo.
Much as I enjoy self-flagellation, I'll continue that privately and instead segue out here to "Demolition Man" which is in keeping with the general philosophy that any problem can be solved by dropping a bomb on it. This movie is sci-fi as perceived by Stan Lee at Marvel Comics. Sylvester Stallone and Sandra Bullock should have learned from that neither has any business making sci-fi movies ... but then came "Gravity" which was weighted like a leaden tooth fairy.
With all this in mind, we shall sally forth to enter that field of comic squalor where the one saving grace, the one noble shining light, is Dennis Leary doing a ripshit monologue on the Establishment.
(Ed: that was a segue?)
More like a crash landing but I'm going with it.
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