Saturday, May 7, 2011

Something New, Something Borrowed and Something Missing

Moving from the student ghetto into suburbia required a shift in lifestyle, more specifically, it means sharing the family vehicles. In theory, cars are the most direct method of transportation, but recent events prove that those assumptions only apply when my father is not at the wheel. This week, while he so kindly offered to chauffeur me to Silver City movie theatre, his mental autopilot kicked in and we ended up back in suburbia at our local Coliseum. U-turning and rushing to the other end of town, he weaved through rush hour traffic while I frantically texted my friend to buy our tickets and save spots. Our tag team efforts got me to my seat just as the lights dimmed and Something Borrowed began.

Krasinski, Goodwin, Hudson and the man that belongs in a Nautica campaign

The first of the summer chick flicks, Something Borrowed delivers the necessities: complicated love story, choreographed 80s dance routine, and cavity-inducing man candy. While it meets the basic criteria, the main players in the love triangle leave a lot to be desired. Audiences must choose between the narcissistic girl gone wild (Kate Hudson), the BFF sleeping with the groom (Ginnifer Goodwin), or the beautiful but bland J. Crew model who (Colin Egglesfield) is coming between two lifelong friends. With this trio driving the plot, it is no wonder that there are more than a few morally wrong turns. This tale of missed opportunities and bad timing puts a new spin on virtue, turning brides into bridezillas, friends into the mistresses, and fianc├ęs into cheaters.

In the midst of this debauchery, John Krasinski pulls his usual heist and steals the show with witty one-liners and his ability to express everything with a single stare. The film eventually reaches its happily ever after but, like my journey to the theatre, it does not take the easy route. While Something Borrowed may be a new type of chick flick, it felt similar to No Name Mac and Cheese, pretty much what you were expecting, but lacking the same cheesy goodness of the real thing. 

Note: As Lenny Kravitz asserts, "it ain't over till it's over". Be sure to stay until the very end of the credits for a final detour. 

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