P.S.: I'll tell the truth

I mean, I'm not going to lie to you in my second post of the year, so, that means I guess I have to tell the truth. Which, well, to tell the truth, is not going to make me seem like the best person in the world. On the other hand, telling the truth will raise my level of self-importance because, simply, I am telling the truth which so many people don't do nowadays. And quite frankly, telling the truth about this topic is really no big deal at all, really, when you come right down to it. So, to sum it up, I'm not sure why I said "it's not going to make me seem like the best person in the world." Perhaps it will make you scoff at me, or turn your nose up, or turn the other cheek (what?), but ... nah, it's no big deal. So, here goes nothing:

I liked P.S. I LOVE YOU.

Sorry. I know. I couldn't believe it either. I didn't want to. I didn't choose to. It's a romcom (wow, that's a new cool phrase I learned from reading a blog of a friend of a friend who is in the know and inside the industry, and I liked it ... plus, it makes me feel like I'm writing for Variety, or rather, it makes you feel like you're reading Variety, which many of you probably have never read anyway because it's not so important to you). So, a romantic-comedy it is. But, it's not your standard Julia Roberts romcom, no. It's funny and quirky. It offers a small who's who of Broadway/NYC theatre people (Susan Blackwell and Sherie Renee Scott, and of course the incredibly strange yet really cool Nellie McKay) and made me laugh. Out loud in fact.

That said, I have no idea why I'm writing more about this movie than another movie that I truly LOVED but only gave a mention the other day. JUNO is HYsterical, brilliant, lovely, cute, charming, and perfect. It's wonderful. I mean, come on, who doesn't love a good story about teenage pregnancy?