Does not compute. I just have to assume there’s a twist in the script, where he falls in love with her daughter.
I normally never see a movie without car chases and explosions, but Winona + Keanu = I don’t care what genre, I am seeing that movie.
Some years ago, I attended a conference for work in which I instantly fell in love with one of the presenting physicians. He was one of those mind-bogglingly fit ageless dudes who is perpetually tan and in better shape at 65 than I was at 25, with a brilliant mind, obvs, and charisma to boot. He had a fab silver beard…
I know that he’s ageless but god damn, he’s 53?!
I also enjoy the fact that her name appears before his in the credits.
That’s good, but I’d switch out Lydia for Veronica Sawyer. So as the body count keeps adding up, Ted would simply repeat:
They don’t even look 7 years apart because Keanu is forever young (not that Winona isn’t aging gracefully herself)
WHAT’S WRONG WITH BLONDE
at this point in my life, the thing I love most about this, and i love Keanu and I’m psyched that Winona has a romantic lead, is that Winona is only 7 years younger than Keanu and not 20.
As far as I can tell, couples still invite big groups to destination weddings, but don’t expect most of them to come. It’s a way to cut down the guest list while still getting a buttload of presents.
I absolutely adore the idea of centering a romcom around two people who don’t Human Well. Not a Bad-At-Humans charming guy and a smart girl, or a naive woman and a disillusioned man, but two grumpy, bitter, awkward as fuck humans forcibly bonding over the Social Interaction Hell that is a destination wedding. And…
They both just keep getting better looking its not right.
I was absolutely convinced they had starred in a romcom together in the 90s. Then I realized I was conflating Autumn in New York and Sweet November. Worse, neither of them were comedies (in the unironic sense.)
Nice to see them in their second romcom together. Dracula was a romcom right?
I generally hate romcoms because they are so often beige and involve crises of stupidity where everyone acts like utter morons who forget how to ask and answer a straightforward question.
They’re both so appealingly shopworn and shaggy. I have a crush on both of them.
And the more people paying the TSA for the privilege, the longer it’ll be until we can abolish the TSA and their useless security theatre.
I’ll try to say this succinctly and elegantly:
Don’t get TSA PreCheck. If everyone gets it, you’ll ruin it for the rest of us.