I can be your bobcat pretzel

Deprived ako: I missed out on watching Jet Li in Hero. I ended up seeing Two Weeks Notice, which isn't really on my to-watch list. But it had to do, since the company I had didn't seem too eager to watch Magnifico. And I myself wasn't in the mood to watch said movie.

I've never been a huge fan of romantic comedies. I'm not a huge Meg Ryan fan. All the Meg Ryan I can handle is "When Harry Met Sally" when the crinkling nose can pass as acting schtick isn't as annoying. Between Meg Ryan and Sandra Bullock I'll choose the latter, although I haven't seen all her movies either. Ms Ryan and Ms Bullock seem to belong in the category of the actor-as-self. They often portray the same types of characters over and over again. In the end, you tend to see them as "the Meg Ryan character" --perky sweet, enthusiastic at love etc. In the same way that when you say it's "the Woody Allen character" you get the picture of the neurotic Noo Yorker who likes Jazz and cute underaged girls.

The Sandra Bullock character is the I'll bite your head off if you piss me sort of girl. Oftentimes she never really bothers with the girly kikay stuff, unless she has to enter a beauty contest and commit herself to ensuring World Peace. In Two Weeks Notice, she is Lucy Kelson, Harvard-educated lawyer and peasant blouse and Birkenstock wearing aktibista. She also orders a lot of Chinese takeout. She's campaigning agains the destruction of the Coney Island community center and she schemes to convince Hugh Grant to do otherwise. Now Hugh Grant is always Hugh Grant in all his movies. He's bumbling. He's one charming son of a devil. He also reminds me of The One Who Shall Not Be Named. Two Weeks Notice is the sort of movie where you can substitute me and TOWSNBN, but without the clown nose and the tennis bit and the Hollywood ending

Hugh Grant's life is like Monopoly. He likes fun irresponsible stuff. You want Hugh Grant to grow up a bit, and he tries to, but in the end you just know he will still be Hugh Grant whatever you do. He also says the one thing why Sandra Bullock is hard to live with. She's stubborn and tries to be perfect, and she makes Gandhi look like a used car salesman. Sandra Bullock tries hard to be a saint, and let's face it saints are oftentimes boring. Who wants to sit around and wait to levitate. But she can be your bobcat pretzel. Only the following morning, of course she will deny ever having said that.