Have I ever mentioned I love movies? I watched a movie last Friday night, I Could Never Be Your Woman, that was released direct to DVD. Normally, this is the kiss of death for a movie, but in this case, nope. I saw it reviewed on Ebert & Roeper, and both critics gave it a thumbs up. I'm glad in this case that I took them at their word (normally I ignore critics). While Romantic comedies typically follow a pattern (thus becoming far too predictable), this one breaks some of the patterns.
It's a May-December romantic comedy with the guy being younger this time. I didn't buy Jon Lovitz ever being involved with Michelle Pfeiffer (he's the ex), and I don't buy Paul Rudd passing for "29" (he was born in 1969, and a few too many wrinkles show here and there) — and this should probably be the last time an attempt to pass him off as that young. But those two quibbles aside, this movie was quite enjoyable, certainly heavy on the comedy side. And the night club scene really bowled me over; Paul Rudd should try a really physical comedy (I have a feeling he wasn't acting so much in this movie), as it appears he has such great timing.
Don't bother watching the deleted scenes; they add nothing. (And the second one really destroys the tone of the rest of the movie; I'm glad it made it to the cutting room floor.)
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