Tonight I went to go see "P.S. I Love You" with my two sisters and a friend of ours. Needless to say, the movie had more sap than a maple tree and enough cliches to fill a full season of any self-respecting soap opera. I spent the majority of the movie making cynical comments, yawning and waiting for it to end.
The film built itself up to a penultimate scene which, judging by the sniffles and tissue blowing exhibited by my sisters, was supposed to be emotional. Personally, I did a lot of yawning and laughing. In fact, I did so much yawning and laughing that - lo and behold - I felt actual tears in my eyes.
Go figure.
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