New York, I Don't Love You

My friend and I decided to see a movie over the weekend. To set the record straight from the very beginning- I suggested Where the Wild Things Are. But noooooo, she didn't want to see it. (A decision she came to regret.) So she gave me 3 options: 1) New York, I Love You 2) Couples Retreat and 3) Coco Before Chanel.

I skimmed over the summaries and decided that out of the three, New York, I Love You looked interesting. It has a huge and well-known cast It was supposed to be a bunch of short stories about love. I now remember why I disliked the short story section of all of my English classes.

Let's just say, some clever marketing people promoted this flop. How they made this movie look appealing, I'll never know. The trailer was the best thing about the movie. That, and the very short storyline with Cloris Leachman and her husband as an older couple celebrating their 60-something year anniversary. It was a sweet moment. But that was it, only a moment.

The movie was terrible. My dad always told me that "hate is a strong word," and he always made me think twice about using it. Sorry, dad, but I HATED this movie. It was a complete mess. When the movie was finally over, all we could do was bust out laughing.

I was paranoid about posting such a strong opinion of the movie. Did I miss something? So I searched around and read other and most people had the same reaction as me.

I never thought I would need a description for a 0 on the Sweet Tea Scale. But I do now. I had to go home and watch Breakfast at Tiffany's, just to help me not hate New York because of this movie. It was a very bad, American version of Love, Actually. If this movie is really a depiction of love in New York, I feel very, very sorry for the place.