No Reservations

No Reservations
Plots
Right, so, uh plots. Let's just get this out of the way, first. Half of this blog is about migraines, and I've had a horrible one for the past week. I've been working on a paper for a month and I can say, without qualification, that the paper was a bitch. A knockdown, steal Jr.'s college fund, burn down your double-wide bitch. Whoooo, buddy. It was not a looker. And the migraine afterwards was like the paper's one-eyed, 'gator wranglin', cousin marryin' professional wrestling wanna-be who hasn't showered in over a year.

I'm just sayin' - the last week or two haven't been my best.

So, on to the movie! No Reservations with Catherine Zeta-Jones and Aaron Eckhart. My brain's been in the blender, I'm cranky, and I can't eat chocolate, so you're getting v. basic plot: Girl is uptight but successful; girl has life changing experience and meets care-free man who lightens girl and makes her realize the true joy in life is found in family, caring for a man, and motherhood.

(But I get militantly feminist when I'm cranky and migrainey.)

Thoughts.
All I could think watching it was, "Damn, Aaron Eckhart is hot!" followed closely by, "But why's he so creepy?"

It seems like he took the job just to flirt with and woo the Uptight-Successful-Girl, which is just weird. And will someone please tell me what kind of person drives a truck - I mean a TRUCK - in Manhattan? That's weird. The guy is H.O.T. but totally unstable. I'd buy pepper spray and take martial arts.