The movie itself is predictable – if you’ve seen the previews, that’s the film – Katherine Hiegel’s character (Jane) has been in love with weddings (and the idea of love and marriage, of course, that go along with it) since she was eight – just after her mother died – she’s the trustworthy best friend who puts other people in front of herself, she’s in love with her boss, yada yada yada, her little sister comes into town, the boss falls for the sister, the sister lies to make sure the boss loves her even though he loves animals and she does not… you know how it goes – vegetarians (I kid!). Anyway, so yeah, the night the movie starts she leaves her planner in the cab she shares with James Marsden’s character (Kevin, “a writer” is all he gives of his profession), who creepily reads through her coming weeks to find when/how he can return the agenda, in doing this he sees that she’s in a million weddings, and does everything from picking the flowers to registering gifts and bringing the dress to the church. Now, Kevin just happens to be the Wedding Commitments writer for the New York Journal (the one that Jane loves and saves all the clippings of his pieces) and he’s cynical of the ceremonies (turns out his lady love left him at the alter) and tired of the job, oh so tired, wanting his break to bigger and better pieces. So, in addition to being smitten by Jane's good looks, he thinks, “feature piece” and the wheels, my friends, are set in motion. One fiasco after another takes place, as in all good movies – and yes, I will admit, while predictable it was enjoyable, I found myself yelling at Jane to grow balls; growling at the bitchy, soulless sister, Tess; and inevitably – with some amount of shame – with tears in my eyes, yearning for the love that every girl dreams of that only exists in these stupid fucking (pardon me) chick flicks – but eventually, everything works out, and the 28th dress Jane puts on is her very own wedding gown. And would you believe it!? When they get married their sarcastic best friends fall for each other at their ceremony - complete with witty remarks. Crazy. Oh, and both of Jane and Kevin's favorite part of wedding ceremonies is when the bride walks in there’s that look of love on the groom’s face.
I didn’t write this to write a review, but it just made me think a lot about relationships, and how nothing ever really works out to plan, unless, after multiple trials and errors you have a writer and director who are just tired at the end and say, oh, well, I suppose these two people are attractive enough that we’ll just throw some things that they have in common here in the end, a Benny and the Jets sing-a-long at a bar in the middle of nowhere New York, and everything will turn out roses in the bride’s bouquet.
EDIT! I got ranty – real ranty, and real crazy after the review. Real. Real. Whoa; apologies to friends and strangers who encountered my slip out of sanity - in my defense I was home for the holidays and rambling and feeling sorry for myself and the lack of good-for-me romantic relationships, like an asshole. (Haruki Murakami writes in Norwegian Wood, "Don't feel sorry for yourself, only assholes do that.") There was one line I did really like in the movie, and it was when Jane said that she was just waiting for someone she loved to be waiting for her at the end of the aisle, and Kevin told her she deserved to be with someone who respected her. Now, again - movies... this doesn't happen in "real life" or the life I've experienced. And I'm not looking to get married right now, doiy!, but I do agree that maybe some things are worth the wait, it's just that I'm kind of impatient and I would like for someone to stick out a hand to hold every now and then, and have me be there special somebody rather than just a number in their late night phone directory. But, life isn’t as they portray it in the movies – though, it did take me a sad number of years to figure that out - and crazy coincidences aren't a part of my everyday existence... usually.
So, yes. I do wish I would’ve watched No Country instead, at least then I could’ve gazed at Josh Brolin, Javier Bardem and Woody Harrelson running around for two hours, getting sweaty and trying to stay alive. Now that’s sexy. Call me crazy, but I’m just a lonely little lady, sitting with my chin in my hand dreaming of a man who inspires mutual feelings and a little romance… and DANCING!!! You gotta dance!
I’ve been thinking about getting some cats. Yeah, plural. ‘Scrazy, right? My Auntie Sandy says they stay out of trouble if they have friends, which one would think is the complete opposite of the truth.
MERRY CHRISTMAS! I hope you got everything you wanted!!
PPS - I think it'd be fun to be a bridesmaid (Jane had some pretty sweet dresses, and I like costume parties); weddings are silly - 'slong as there's an open bar (wink)
And he looks like such a nice guy, too! Look at that smile! That's a good smile. Speaking of smiles, people really need to smile more. Now, I'm not saying people should go around smiling all the time, but y'know, if you want to, go ahead. I give you permission; we live in a free smile country. But, then again, maybe you really shouldn't smile all the time. My elementary school nurse, AHH! What was her name? Mrs. Mann - no, that's not possible, because that would be too hilarious. Oh! And I can see her face, cause she was always smiling. Always. When she told you you had a temperature and that you could go home, when she was checking lice, when she examined you for a curved spine, shirtless - kids, not her. Smile, smile, smile - it was almost painful to experience. Like she honestly couldn't help but smile all the time. Though, I do suppose it's better than frowning all the time, right? Right. People who don't return smiles is what really gets me. Like, I get it if I smile at you because you're really, super-duperly sad, and I don't want you to be, and all you can muster up is a lip-chin quiver and more tears - I get that. Or, if you're the Governor of New York - ZING! Fred Armisen, AWESOME! That was really, really great, dead-on. And, apparently Fred's imitation was not warmly received by Mr. Governor... that what Anderson Cooper was going to tell me Monday night, but then he kept saying, "After this break" or, "After we talk with these people who have no idea what they're talking about because they aren't listening to my questions." And then after 15 minutes of promises and lies I got up to do some dishes during commercials. Oh, it's time for Nancy Grace, or whatever comes on after Anderson, awesome. That's really neat. So, I'm guessing you just told us that David Paterson was offended, who isn't that's imitated by an SNL castmate. Go cry about it. If Kristin Wigg played me, occasionally her eyes would cross, she would laugh bark, push people too hard, be drunk off whiskey, possibly stoned, and most likely talking about someone who is standing right behind her. What?! No. Anyway, smiles. There's this woman in my office who is constantly scowling. No joke. It's terrifying. She stalks around the office, shooting darts at anyone who makes eye contact with her, and God forbid you try to smile, because if you do, she'll cut it down mid lip-curl. Even though she never returns it, I can't help but smile at her every day, in hopes that one day her heart with melt and let the office in. I've talked to other people in the office about it, and they agree that she is frightening because of her demeanor. My one friend says she must hate the floor, stomping around like that. And another swears she saw her in the office supply room eating a baby. Well... y'know.
The soiree was a little thank-you get-together type of deal for the amazing donors, board members, playwrights, and actors that contribute to the 
The precious treasures that are hidden inside you will say "YES!" when you have the courage to share your work.
PS - the band looks way cool, and NO WONDER I LIKE THEM!!!, Devendra Banhart is a part of it... sometimes? I'm doing me some investigating at my local record shop, and I'd advise you to do the same, eh?
PPS- 
There's a thing about this insanely affordable laundromat though. Before I even stepped foot in the establishment, my roommate warned me of a certain fecal smell in the back, by the quarter machine. He said the smell made him think that the toilet was broken, and the proprietor was perhaps pooping in a bucket, but it's cheap. So, warning: don't go farther back than you need to.
So, those punk moshy kids. Yeah, they were annoying, yeah they detracted from my enjoyment/experience in the concert because I was fighting to dance, but at the same time. They gave me a good story to tell. Granted, I took a lot of shit to be able to tell the story. I mean, these kids were 
It was all I could do to keep from vomiting, and all I could imagine is what if I vomited on the person sitting next to me, then they to the person next to them, and them on the guy sitting in front, and so and so forth, until we were all vomiting on each other. It was a horribly disgusting image and I thought how uncomfortable and how smelly it would be to be in a crowded train car full of people covered in puke! You couldn't go to work, or to your interview, or shopping, or anything else you do downtown. But what an excuse!! Who could dispute that, "Uh, well, sorry bossman, I can't make it into work today, or I'll at least be late... y'see, this jackass threw up all over me on the train this morning." Also, no cab would take you home, and people would scowl at you and hold their noses on the train back west. Not a good situation to be put in. And one that could've been avoided had the assumed crackhead held their bladder until they got off at the Grand stop. Luckily my imagination was as far as I got with the scenario.
