As a break from the exam angst, let us have some spitting, fuming, righteous indignation instead — with a side order of sarcasm, please! This is one of my favourite entries from my old online diary; originally posted on February 4th, 2008. Minor typos corrected.
Whatever you do, when ”Over Her Dead Body” starts showing in a cinema near you, do NOT go to see it. It is a waste of money, even if for some reason you would get the ticket for free. The film is advertised as a ”romantic comedy”: sure, there is a bit of kissing and a few lame sex jokes, jealousy, people being desperately in love and denying it and so on, but ”comedy”? No sir. The only comical things about ”Over Her Dead Body” is that some idiot whose name I was too annoyed to catch during the aftertitles wasted a fair few dollars to make it, and that the special effects still probably weren’t worth the money (I could name them all out of Photoshop: Lens Flare, Color Dodge, Dissolve, …).
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