I’m a chick-flick kind of guy. No, not “The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants” kind of chick flick – I mean their pants don’t “travel” off their bodies, right? I’m talking rom-coms, which I guess are their own chick flick subgenre.
Give me my wife, a bottle of wine, Meg Ryan, and call it a Saturday night.
My all-time favorite rom-com has to be Love Actually. It’s quirky, sentimental, has a killer cast, and let’s be honest; everything is cooler with British accents.
SN: want a great drinking game? Take a sip (or chug) every time a character in the film says “actually”. It’s A LOT!
The wife and I have watched Love Actually once a year, usually around the holidays, since we first started dating.
We quote the lines: “I HATE Uncle Jamie”, we laugh, we don’t cry, but we certainly snuggle.
Actually (drink), I think most men are rom-com guys. Don’t get me wrong, we love us some Transformers, but there’s something nice about picking a movie that you know will make you laugh a little and that your significant other will just love.
Perhaps they need to rename the genre, how about dick flicks? Nah, that won’t work.