A Bitter End at the Cinema

Once again, Dad at the movies:

Because I Said So was really, really bad. There was a point in the movie where Diane Keaton gets laryngitis and communicates through writing on a pad. Everyone in the cast should have been similarly afflicted from beginning to end and the world would have been spared one of the worst scripts in the history of chick flicks. No cliché is overlooked and there were moments where Keaton appeared to be unable to mouth the lines. They even included the obligatory kid to facilitate one of the budding romances and this souped-up, hyperactive, annoying brat was one more compelling reason to get up and leave. But since inertia is a big part of my makeup, I suffered through to the bitter end. And the end was plenty bitter.