I am a big fan of movies – the good kind, of course. I love movies that arouse feelings and emotions instead of logic to convey its story (Donnie Darko, 2001: A Space Odyssey), those with ordinary stories delivered in an extraordinary fashion (Good Will Hunting), or those that are simply indescribably good (Me And You And Everyone We Know). Okay, so I have an acquired taste. So rape me. So, why the hell do I find myself wearing a smile after watching The Game Plan on the first day of its release here in cinemas? For one, this cliché Hollywood movie is far removed from the films I usually watch. Everything in The Gameplan reeks of cutesy, family-oriented crap that Disney is known for. In fact, I compare this movie to Jersey Girl by Kevin Smith: both almost run with the same storyline, and both are sappy and saccharine in their delivery. However, although I didn’t like Jersey Girl (sorry sunrisehotgun – To redeem myself, Mallrats is a fucking classic), I found myself laughing at how Joe
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