So I finally went to see a romantic comedy in Boston. After almost 3 years of living here, I've made a friend whose tastes in entertainment are as decidedly non-academic, uncritical and well, fine, kind of BAD as mine. I freely admit that I don't want to be challenged by movies. Books, definitely; music, yes; art, sure; fine, even documentaries (I've been known to enjoy them). But movies? No. I don't want to think about strife, or genocide, or violence of any kind really. I don't want to weep. I don't want to feel yuppie guilt. I just want to laugh. And look at pretty pictures. And pretty people.
And when there are pretty people in gorgeous foreign countries I would like to visit (Ireland), falling in impossibly silly romantical love, interspersed with lots of physical humor (falling mud, always a winner) and "soaring vistas of green," I'm IN. Totally in.
So, if that's what you're looking for, I recommend Leap Year. It will not challenge you, but you will definitely laugh. And wish you were in Ireland. With a hot man.
The end.