I hate you.
It isn't like I have not seen this movie numerous times. It is not like the movie's ending is a surprise. Guy is an angel, falls in love with a mortal human, becomes human to be with his love, love dies. Even on the outside looking in, it is as predictable as Tony Soprano's love for Italian food. I really only have one question.
Why?
There are so many other ways to end the movie. It is possible to even have a happy ending where they have little angel babies, or they both get to see angels walkng around. Instead, you proved yet one more time how women can not be satisfied. I mean really, what fruit salad needs Asian pears and nutmeg or All Spice? The salad seemed complete, especially since the end reult of eating the salad is the same regardless of its contents. It is still a very fibrous bowel movement, the smell of nutmeg being far removed early on in the digestion process.
I hate you.
Who the hell rides their bike on a mountain road with no hands, eyes closed, feeling the wind in their face? This does NOTHING except make logging truckers who kill those types of people guilty for the rest of their lives. All because someone thought it would be great to end the movie with a horrific car/bike accident. The only time I get to see the end of this movie is when my wife is gone because she always flips it about the time Nicolas Cage comes down from his Earthly shower to sit at an empty table, reminiscing about how men and women "fit together," and how fruit salad is super yummy WITHOUT ASIAN PEARS! Even then, when the candle goes out and he races down to hold his love, I am sure the question came up...WHY DID YOU THINK THE SALAD NEEDED ANYTHING ELSE???? WHY?!?!?!
So, just so we are clear....I hate you.
Signed,
Guy who paid retail to see this movie
I am not a saint. I rant a lot. Some times I get heated in my ramblings. If you are botherd by an occasional F-Bomb, turn away now. If you don't mind it, stick around, read on. You'll laugh and cry all in one viewing!
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