3/1/3:

Sometimes there's no better way to spend a Saturday night than going to see a brand-new Hollywood-issue shitty movie in a theater packed with low-wattage twits who laugh at just about anything.

That's what I did Saturday night.  I saw "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days" with my wife.  We had both had kind of a tough week, and a movie seemed like a nice little escape.  It was perfect for the wife, who loves sappy, girly, silly romantic comedies like she loves coconut cream pie.  And I figured that a happy wife, a big bucket of popcorn and a nice shitty movie sounded just right after my lame week.

Plus, it had Matthew McConaughey, who will always be a hero, no matter how many bad movies he makes, because he was Wooderson in "Dazed and Confused."

For me, my enjoyment of a movie is inversely connected to my expectations for it.  I can think of probably 10 movies I hate that are probably quite good, but were ruined for me by my ridiculous expectations. The flip side of this is movies like "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days," which send me into hysterics with every decently written and delivered joke.  I would almost argue that this movie wasn't even truly shitty, but rather decent and cute.  Even better:  I expected an enjoyably shitty movie, and got a kind of likable romantic comedy, only a little bit shitty, to go with my jumbo popcorn.