Monday, October 19, 2009
"Notting Hill" played on HBO last Saturday night. I caught it somewhere in the middle, and contrary to efforts to distract myself with something else, immediately got hooked all over again.
It's not easy for a guy to admit liking chick flicks, but "Notting Hill" is one of those rare chick flicks that I can't help but like. ("You've Got Mail" is the only other movie that comes to mind.) On the surface, it's unadulterated romantic fantasy: a Hollywood actress falling for an average guy? Su-uuuure.... Hugh Grant as an average guy? Ri-iiiiight.... All that is just an excuse to whip up the cheesiest lines: "I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her."
I like to think I've outgrown the Harry Potter series (somewhere around the fourth installment or so), but I still found the boxed set at National Bookstore quite attractive...attractive to look at, okay? not attractive to buy, as we already have the complete collection at home.
Seeing this makes me wonder if Potter-mania is still alive and well today. The movies don't seem to generate as much enthusiasm anymore, and the only reason I think they're made is To Just Get To The End. But I could be wrong.