I’ve made it no secret how much personal taste factors into
every film I’ve reviewed so far, and likely every film I’ll review after this.
Every critic has an inherent bias behind their reviews, that bias being their
own idea of what makes a ‘good’ or ‘bad’ film. If there was a real consensus on
what makes good and bad art, there wouldn’t be a need for multiple critics if
everyone agreed on the same thing. Rather than present my opinion as objective
fact, which either by design or by accident is the case with most of us, I keep
things honest and admit that I’m not expecting anyone else to share my views;
all I care about is being understood as to why I have the views I do.
Today’s review, however, is going to be a weird turn
with that in mind. We’re dealing with a romantic comedy, and one that holds a
lot of signifiers of what I consider to be a ‘chick flick’… and yet, this is
the kind of film that appeals to my tastes. How exactly, given my relentless
tirades about how much I hate the tropes of ‘chick flicks’? Well, let’s get
started and I’ll explain.
