Sloth: Morning Glory

This film was actually more enjoyable than I could have ever imagined it being! Mark this day in history: I loved a movie my sister probably would have liked a lot. Even though it's filled with more cheese than a danish, it's surprisingly lovable and I didn't feel like anything was being shoved down my throat. I was expecting the lead roles to be extremes of their characters, and for the sappy music to play at precisely the right points (which it did...but in a good way), and to be sitting in a theatre watching a screen, but instead each character was believable (mostly... except for the weatherman, played by Matt Malloy) and I was sucked into the world of morning news shows the whole way through.

Rachel McAdams knows how to play sweet, innocent and persevering roles extremely well, even if she is battling some fairly hideous hairstyles throughout the first half of this film. Harrison Ford also managed to pull through on this one (I am mostly doubtful every time of his acting abilities), but he squeezed himself into a couple of suits and can do a grumpy, cantankerous old guy with some finesse. Diane Keaton is amazing in pretty much every sassy, older woman character she plays, and she looks great doing it.

This one serves up exactly the dish you expect and hope for, chalk-full of petty emotional rollercoasters of a young workaholic, mixed with some pretty mild make-out scenes (WORTH SITTING THROUGH JUST FOR MCADAMS' FINE ASS IN TINY PANTIES), and two seasoned actors having some jolly good fun. Patrick Wilson might as well have been anybody since he's mostly bland and just acts as a brief distraction throughout parts of the film. Jeff Goldblum needs to be in more movies (gah, I just love the guy), and despite his small role in this one, he played it fairly well! Go see this movie if you are capable of slipping away for a couple of hours, riding the happy-go-lucky train, and coming out the other side with a big sigh of "AWWW"...because that is exactly what came out of my mouth the moment the lights came up, the credits started rolling, and that terrible song started to play. You know, the one from the previews... ugh, Strip Me by Natasha Bedingfield. Here you go, I hope you don't get it stuck in your head for too many days in a row: