But anyway, the film I speak of is Four Christmases, the one that mocks Reese Witherspoon's petite height on the poster. Based off of the crummy reviews and the pretty bad trailers ("Every time I sneeze, I pee a little."...classy flick, huh?), I had pretty low expectations. Yet, to my pleasant surprise the film was pretty good, registering a few laughs. You could tell the crowd fliggin' loved it. People were, like, barreling over in laughter when Vince Vaughn barfed because he saw barf. Kind of stupid, but marginally grin-inducing (...'cause Vaughn is pretty funny sometimes).
Remember Vince Vaughn had that pointless cameo in Into The Wild? That was so pointless...
So, did I like the movie? Kind of. It had its moments both good and bad. Some horrible parts:
- Reese Witherspoon beating little kids on a moon-bounce-type structure in order to retreive a pregnancy test her evil little neice stole when she bombarded into the bathroom and found her aunt on the toilet.
- Vince Vaughn inserting a satellite dish on his father's (Robert Duvall) house in the sticks. Vaughn goes on to fall of the roof in a dose of epic hijinx.
- Vaughn and Witherspoon perform a religious play at the church of Reese's stepfather (He's a Joel Osteenesque priest). Reese forgets her lines and Vince has to steal the show. Kinda dumb.
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After my family and I put up the tree and its ornaments, I watched Along Came Polly. Why? you ask. It was on TV and my parents refused to go to the video store and get me Being There or My Left Foot or one of the other films I'm obsessing over seeing. I watched the film with my laptop stationed on my lap, so I wasn't giving 100 percent attention. But overall, I saw enough to give the common-for-a-rom-com score of two and a half stars. Ben Stiller annoys me, but I like Jennifer Aniston and Phillip Seymour Hoffman (who had a surpringly large role (and gut)).
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