Lea Thompson. You do have to wonder how she has managed to get so far. Maybe she's terribly nice. Do you remember that show Carolyn in the City? What a big deal that was. Did she get it because she'd been in a John Hughes movie? She just didn't have the star power to carry a whole show. Fizzlesville. You wanted to like it but it was just dishwater. How did it go four seasons?
I'd wanted to go see Music and Lyrics in the theatre, but Bret never goes to movies like that and it did give the impression it would be fine on HBO in six months. What a happy surprise when I finally got to see it.
Hugh Grant has irritated me for years. A few years ago, on some talk show he and Sandra Bullock played outtakes from some bland comedy they were in, and they seemed to be having so much fun that I sort of started to like him. And then it was probably About a Boy or Notting Hill that I began to tolerate him better. By Love, Actually I was onboard. He'd lost most of the stuttering and blithering and there were lines in his face that made him look mortal.
This new calmer Hugh Grant in Music and Lyrics, where he pokes fun at himself and seems less driven to be liked was a pleasure to behold. Drew Barrymore was a decade or so too young for him, but they were very appealing together.
I love the song Pop Goes My Heart and the accompanying video is a smilefest. You'd swear you'd watched it on MTV back in the day.
Haley Bennett (I had to look her up on IMDB) was sensational as the Madonna-Brittney Spears-style character. What a talent. You'd think she'd have gone further by now.
Music and Lyrics is a Dean Martin comedy – maybe we should say Rock Hudson-Doris Day type of comedy; his body of work doesn't support him as a whole genre. It was an evening thrown away on a fattening dinner out, high priced movie tickets, overpriced popcorn, and a sitter, but satisfying nonetheless. You're full on sugar and fat by the end, but in a good mood and humming the theme song.
I'd wanted to go see Music and Lyrics in the theatre, but Bret never goes to movies like that and it did give the impression it would be fine on HBO in six months. What a happy surprise when I finally got to see it.
Hugh Grant has irritated me for years. A few years ago, on some talk show he and Sandra Bullock played outtakes from some bland comedy they were in, and they seemed to be having so much fun that I sort of started to like him. And then it was probably About a Boy or Notting Hill that I began to tolerate him better. By Love, Actually I was onboard. He'd lost most of the stuttering and blithering and there were lines in his face that made him look mortal.
This new calmer Hugh Grant in Music and Lyrics, where he pokes fun at himself and seems less driven to be liked was a pleasure to behold. Drew Barrymore was a decade or so too young for him, but they were very appealing together.
I love the song Pop Goes My Heart and the accompanying video is a smilefest. You'd swear you'd watched it on MTV back in the day.
Haley Bennett (I had to look her up on IMDB) was sensational as the Madonna-Brittney Spears-style character. What a talent. You'd think she'd have gone further by now.
Music and Lyrics is a Dean Martin comedy – maybe we should say Rock Hudson-Doris Day type of comedy; his body of work doesn't support him as a whole genre. It was an evening thrown away on a fattening dinner out, high priced movie tickets, overpriced popcorn, and a sitter, but satisfying nonetheless. You're full on sugar and fat by the end, but in a good mood and humming the theme song.
I'm not surprised that you loved Music and Lyrics. I did, too. But I like Hugh Grant more than you do (or initially did, anyway), I think. I've always thought that his entertaining insouciance onscreen is something that looks very easy but apparently isn't, because there's a dearth of actors who are able to demonstrate it.
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