Entertainment should be FUN!

Shopgirlove has had a disappointing cinematic March. Lunch and a movie with Mam is usually good times, but we have been thwarted by bad tacos and even worse film making. We began the month at Jose's followed by Confessions of a Shopaholic. The fish tacos at Jose's are normally the stuff that dreams are made of...not so much this time. Nothing worse than bad fish followed by, well, bad fish. What a waste of talent! And what a shame given the potential! (Very, very funny book...) Next up was Shangri-La and The International. Lunch was yums. The movie was dumbs. Shopgirlove and her mam absolutely adore Clive Owen, so we were really rather excited to see him in a shootout at the Guggenheim. Fun, no? NO FUN! Good lord what were they thinking? This isn't so much a script as a series of cliches stitched together by derivative plot twists. Ummm, finding the killer by tracing his prosethetic? Has this not been done before? Did they really think no one in the audience would be old enough to remember The Fugitive? Or did they assume us to be in our dotage? Either way, yuck. Feeling a bit low, we next opted for Indian buffet and Sunshine Cleaning. Clever choice, right? An excellent meal followed by a light-hearted sister romp about taking care of bio-hazards. Well, the meal was excellent. Shopgirlove will never understand why films featuring two female characters have to be two thirds about one, the other, or both crying. Maudlin melodrama despite a promising premise. We cleansed our palate with an orgy of fine film making at Mam's house. We popped in the the DVD of the BMW auteur shorts and ended March on a good note. Thank goodness for true artists! (And Madonna, such a trooper!)