This was the main conclusion I drew towards the end of watching the movie Mr and Mrs Smith. I honestly don't see the point in reviewing the show, because I was alternating between that and "how can ANYBODY be born so effortlessly beautiful?!?!?!". Had the 2 leads been dominated by any less illuminating actors, the show would have been an absolute B-grade potential bomb.
Some other lessons I've learnt from the 2+ hour cinema session on Monday:
- Hook up with an engineer looking remotely like Brad Pitt and you'll be a guaranteed tai-tai driving a sleek Merc and live in a luxurious house with a hotel-style bathroom. - Engage your significant other in a massive fistfight and gunplay as a means of foreplay to spice up your lacklustre love life. What the heck, destroy the entire house for a night of intense passion. - Your mum's oven may contain the secret as to why at times, she has your dad at her beck and call. - When you're with the love of your life fighting 10,000 bad guys, you're suddenly bulletproof from head-to-toe despite 100,000 guns fired. And every single shot you take with your seemingly limitless revolver eliminates your enemy effortlessly. - Good-looking people go for marriage counselling. Because they're bored with one another's looks? - Good-looking people have to try very hard to act funny. It's so hard it's not funny to watch.
Need Prozac? Carry on reading for an alternative cure.
I've Been..
Satisfying the wanderlust fascination.
Slacking.
Sleeping.
Shopping (wayyyyyyyyyyy too much).
Reading NW, Famous and 8 Days voraciously.
Chillin' with a pint of good beer or latte.
Indulging in purposeful conversation.
Otherwise, I'm happy for you to leave me alone.