Satan, ice cream, and a movie

markferrari works for the devil. Every time we have a meal together, ice cream is involved. He claims that it helps him lose weight. Sure, dude. Whatever you say. Not that I don't like ice cream. I love a scoop of creamy-and-delicious Hagen Daaz chocolate peanut butter on a sugar cone (my absolute favorite), but--wow--it feels like sin.

Just had to get that off my chest. Otherwise, my movie-and-dinner engagement with said infernal fellow and calendula_witch was perfectly lovely . . . except for, well, the movie, about which I'm going to rant.

We started the evening by going to see the new Anne Hathaway/Jim Sturgiss romantic dramedy One Day. Although I tend to avoid romantic comedies (well, most romantic movies in general, but that's a journal entry for another time), two friends, independent of each other, had expressed interest in this one, so I thought I'd give it a go. After all, I find Ann Hathaway appealing. ( Some efforts are irritating in their predictability, though. I'm cutting for spoilers. )

In short, you can skip this well-made and infinitely frustrating flick, and not feel bad. But if you should happen to meet the director or the writer of this movie, slap 'em for me, will you please? ::sigh::