This week on the CAB I talk about the likable Rachel McAdams picture Morning Glory, and wonder about the near future prospects for the the romantic comedy genre, which seem perpetually dim this century.
This looks like a no:
And really it's a no not just because of my irrational hatred for Anne Hathaway and rational dislike of Jake Gyllenhaal. The idea of two loveless misanthropes as attractive as Jake and Anne falling for each other is contrived even for this genre. I don't understand jheri curl Jack Black's joke about Jake being abducted by aliens and I get Anne's "it's really hard to believe" Viagra joke but it isn't funny. Bottom line: you'll go to this movie if you'll watch any rom-com or if you're tantalized enough by the chance that Ms. Hathaway will really be naked onscreen.
This looks like a maybe:
I won't lie--50% of my desire to see the film is Reese's off the shoulder, over the hand blue sweater outfit, which certainly can't be missed (the producers know this so that's why it's in the trailer nine separate times). But there's also Jack and Paul Rudd (whose "not from my perspective" line is probably the best offering). And James L. Brooks made As Good As It Gets, a title that places itself perfectly in the last 15 years of rom-coms. I credit the casting director for selecting Owen Wilson and Domenick Lombardozzi as Washington Nationals pitchers--I honestly wouldn't be surprised to see them come out of the bullpen for the Nats next year.
The problem is I don't have any must sees to post. Where's the great comedic director who includes less than 50% dick jokes? And where's my Philadelphia Story DVD?
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