The Romcom Mind Drain

 

It seems like a 100 years since I saw this Netflix movie.   I watched it last week and then immediately had to have major hernia surgery.   So, let's make the leap here.

Romcoms can make you sick and land you in the hospital.

Admittedly, that's unfair and I shouldn't besmirch the entire concept.   I mean, romcoms are designed to keep single older women content while they pet their cats.   So there is a purpose to it all.

I still have no idea why I watched this in the first place.  Maybe it was to predict every plot point which you can see coming a year before.   Or maybe it was just to be mindless in case I had to suddenly face hernia surgery.  PS, I did.

That said, I sort of like this film and that was days before they gave me the codeine pain killers.  Yes, it was predictable and, in particular, the lead actress was hideous.   But Tom Blyth as the male lead had a certain flair that made you think you were watching something a lot more important than it really was.

Still?  What was I doing?  What was I thinking?  

I need to revisit my pre-hernia surgery entertainment choices.

LEN'S RATING:  Two-and-a-half stars.

Dinner last night:  Cheese and crackers.