Sunday, February 3, 2008

I Definitely, Maybe Met Your Mother, or How I'm Seeing Double

Now, we all know Canuck Ryan Reynolds can claim sitcom fame (remember Two Guys, a Girl and Pizza Place? Also starring the very own Captain Mal? No... well I do). But did he really have to dig up a(n albeit amazing) CBS sitcom premise for his new movie?
Will Hayes, a 30-something Manhattan dad is in the midst of a divorce when his 10 year old daughter, Maya, starts to question him about his life before marriage. Maya wants to know absolutely everything about how her parents met and fell in love. Will's story begins in 1992, as a young, starry-eyed aspiring politician who moves to New York from Wisconsin in order to work on the Clinton campaign. They not only have similar political aspirations, they share the same type of girl problems, too. Will hopelessly attempts a "PG" version of his story for his daughter ad changes the names so Maya has to guess who he finally married. (From imdb)

Now regardless of the problems I immediately saw in this horribly premise/plot (what kind of 10 year old has never asked about her mom? what kind of dad makes family history an evening gameshow? what kind of producer hires Ryan Reynolds?), the first thing that came to mind were those twentysomething New Yorkers that Bob Saget narrates the story for.
Shame on you Ryan (and can please, someone tell Abigail Breslin that she needs to stop making these types of movies? Yes, I endured the dull and flavourless No Reservations but that at least had Aaron Eckhart...) but I need not suffer through any more of her antics anytime soon unless they involve Steve as a homo, Paul as a Nietzschean mute, Toni as the mom, Alan as the cooky grandpa and Greg on the wheel of that yellow bus.

2 comments:

POP COLONY said...

BTW I still can't live with the guilt that you never got to see "Mostly Martha" because of my inability to be organized.

Manuel B said...

lol
I had totally forgotten about that. Well, you'll just have to make up for it somehow... ;-)

And you should always remember: An organized Mercedes is as paradoxical as a non-Mexican Ale, a sober Jason or a not-vain Manuel. We just wouldn't be the same. lol