Go. Now. Rent it. Watch it.
Or not. Y'know, whatever… It's not like I'm threatening you with death or anything…
It's Australian based, Baz Luhrmann produced, dancing fueled, beauteous wonderfullness. Combining great dancers, gorgeous dresses, good looking lead guy and an ugly-ducking-to-swan leading lady. The finale is oh so predictable but who cares.
I love this film. It's a chick flick. I'm a chick, so sue me.
Here's to dreaming of the impossibly happy endings against all odds. Regardless of the heartbreaks that preceed them, or however hopeless they may seem. Sometimes the dream is all you have, sometimes it's all you need… And among the mush and soppyness of the previous few lines I guess there is a serious fragment of truth; If you can drag yourself out from under the avalanche of puppies, teddies, flowers and heart-shaped scatter cushions long enough to find it.
A word of warning however: Guys, if your lady makes you watch this then you'd better think long and hard about what you did to deserve it. And never do it again. No one dies, there are no guns or violence and it is romantic and has a happy ending. At one point some bins are knocked over and that. is. it.
Say you're sorry, and chances are you'll be fine.
Now; where's the rest of that popcorn? I think some dramatic sighing and wistful glances are in order, coupled with impossibly swoony background music, a sheepskin rug, chocolates and a bubble machine. Damn I love being a girl.