Having flu is the most dreadful thing. You can’t do anything, your whole life flashes back right before your very eyes and before you know it, you are praying that you will still wake up the next day. Oh, the drama of being sick but yes, that’s how I spent the weekend-- Under the covers with my laptop on my chest, doing nothing but a movie marathon in between paracetamols, orange juice and peppermint tea with honey. Thanks be to God, I am better now except for the occasional coughing and the aftermaths of colds.
So there I was accompanied by Hollywood stars in my bed. A mile high orgy in the comforts of my bedroom with stars like George Clooney, Sandra Bullock , Matthew Goode, Amy Adams among others. “The Proposal” (I know, I’m the last person the world to have seen it) is outright funny. No, let me take that back---Sandra Bullock is outright funny, but she always is, isn’t she? The film was predictable and there’s nothing new about it either but it’s Sandra’s exceptional comedic timing that make the movie tick. And of course, Ryan Reynold’s wash board abs too.
Then I watched “Leap Year” starring Amy Adams and Matthew Goode. I almost succumb to death watching this painful film (painful because it is crap, not heart-wrenching) and I predict the death of Amy’s career starting here. The premise was good: She had to go to Ireland to propose to her boyfriend as an Irish tradition which is done only on leap years. Once she stepped out off the plane, I thought she stepped onto her career quicksand.