Watching the trailer for Morning Glory, from Notting Hill director Roger Michell and Devil Wears Prada writer Aline McKenna, it seemed like your basic, pretty-white-girl-takes-thankless-job-in-the-big-city movie. Still, Rachel McAdams is cuter than a picnic basket full of baby otters (otters I would bang so hard…), and pretty soon Harrison Ford shows up as a curmudgeonly old bastard, growling jokes about Dianne Keaton’s pap smears. Jeff Goldblum is also there. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I was thinking that this might be worth seeing. …That is, until the mother of all horrible trailer exchanges. PLEASE, DIALOGUE, EXPLAIN THIS PLOT TO ME LIKE A RETARDED CAVE BABY:
“It’s only a job, right? It’s not my whole life.”
“You’re worse than I am. I was never at home. When I was, I took every phone call… watching TV out of the corner of my eye… Let me tell ya how it all turns out: You end up with nothing. Which is what I had. …Till you came along.”
BLING BANG BLING BANG! EXPOSITORY DIALOG ALERT! YER CHANGIN’ THAT BOY’S LAHFE, NOHE’SCHANGINMINE AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!111!!!11!ONE!!
Phew. Sorry about that. Anyway, I took some screen grabs of Rachel McAdams’ butt because daddy’s classy like that.
That’s a nice New York City apartment you have there. You must make what, five? Six hundred grand a year?
[hat tip: CHUD]