Piccadilly Cowboy: The longest 6-hour romantic comedy I’ve seen this year

Dean and I picked up this movie at the rental store last night under its alternate title of “Anxiously Engaged.” I remembered reading something about it fairly recently, and we’d seen it for sale the last time we went to Bombay House, which reminded me that I think I read that the producer of the movie is the owner of Bombay House (and now I note that there’s a blurb by the movie’s director, Tyler Ford, on the Bombay House website, which seems to confirm my guess.) Anyway, I was curious, and, based on the fairly positive thing I’d read, I expected to like the movie, and wanted to like it. It does have a good “look,” and reasonably appealing actors, and . . . that’s about all it has to recommend it, I’m sorry to say. My comment to Dean was, “This movie doesn’t work on so many levels,” and he and I both agreed that, while we ourselves have no idea how to write a realistic-sounding scene, we can certainly recognize one that sounds forced, trite, fake, and cliched. (If you don’t think you can write a movie, this one will make you start to believe you could.) If the writing and story had worked better for us, we might have been able to overlook the lead’s distracting stage makeup, but, given the predictability and tedium of the plot, I was reduced to asking Dean, about every 5 minutes, (so, about 72 times,) “What is up with his eyeliner?” Since the main character, who’s supposed to be a Montana cowboy, had a very Texan twang, I also entertained myself by inserting little snippets of extra dialogue for him, such as, “The Irack War!

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