Have you seen The Accidental Husband? Don't. Uma Thurman, Colin Firth, and dead Denny from Grey's, Jeffrey Dean Morgan (who's suddenly everywhere)? Despite my intrigue over the A.R Rahman soundtrack and Uma Thurman running to the beat of Rani Mukherjee's wedding music in Saathiya and other scattered Hindi film references, it is not a movie I'd recommend to a friend.
I saw it on TV and felt good about not paying for it. What is the matter with Hollywood?! Even that rubbish Cecelia Ahern book turned into a movie, Letters from a dead husband or whateve.. (sorry, P.S I love you) starring man-woman Hillary Swank and not-dead-enough Jeffery Dean Morgan was better than Uma and Jeff. Don't they have ridiculously well paid people advising them against film pairs that have zero chemistry? Send them to me! I could do that job!
Except today. When I saw somebody did do their job. Like Shahrukh and Kajol of the west -- enunciate this carefully -- Matt Damon and Emily Blunt fit beautifully! Despite the odd premise and odder still end, you have to watch The Adjustment Bureau. It's a sci--fi thriller even but I loved it! I loved how they took themselves so lightly - unlike, say, The Matrix (of boredom).
She's asleep on a bus. He climbs on..., spots her, thrilled but restrained, sits next to her. She wakes up, airily calls him a pervert for staring at what she calls her skirt. He says it's a belt. He spills his coffee -- on her belt. He says he'll pay for the dry cleaning, drop it off and later come pick up her skirt. Smooth, she says. Why don't you let me spill some on you? And on goes the banter. Their laughter, recklessness, impulse, spontaneity, a middle finger to the world and the calf muscles on that Blunt! What's not to wish for.