So I’m sorry for the hiatus. Again. I really need to get my act together and stop apologizing. Ok, I’m not sorry I took 3 weeks off blogging. I needed a break and something to inspire me. Yes, I believe in Muses, but thankfully they don’t rollerskate or wear shredded jersey dresses like Olivia Newton John in Xanadu.
But I did find a new movie to add to my favorites list (The Princess Bride, all 3 Pirates of the Caribbean, Chris Pine’s Star Trek, Keira Knightly’s Pride and Prejudice, The Holiday, seeing a trend?): Letters to Juliet. Amanda Seyfried is not one of my favorite actresses. I thought Mamma Mia! was horrible (sorry Meryl). But Seyfried delivers as a wanna-be journalist searching the Italian countryside in hopes of rekindling a 50-years-dormant romance. Molto romantico.
I respect two things about Seyfried’s character: first she is a fact checker for the New York Times. She is awesome enough to work for that hallowed publication, but I can totally relate to the misery of verifying other people’s work while secretly dreaming of something bigger. Secondly, she follows her own advice. I won’t spoil the movie for you, but it’s always refreshing to see someone live how they preach.
It also doesn’t hurt this film that Christopher Egan (cold, emotionless Brit Charlie) is a total fox:
I wonder what my Shakespeare professor would say about such an iconic character like Juliet taking on a completely modern occupation, even if it is through her secretaries. If you have doubts, just grab the girls, some cheap red wine and enjoy!