01. I really had no interest in seeing this, despite the fact that Audrey was quite adamant about it every time we saw the preview for it in the past few months. She is fond of Aaron Eckhart, see, and so apparently that outweighed the potential (and ultimate delivery of) awful rom-com sappiness.
02. I hate romantic comedies; they depress the hell out of me. I don’t know why I ever agree to see them. Oh right, cause my mom paid for this one. I do not pass up free movies. Case in point: Material Girls. * shudder *
03. During the opening credits we are told that Phillip Glass has composed the original score for this movie. What original score, I ask you. 10% of the music is garden variety girl band pop rock, 30% comes from a variety of Pavarotti-sung opera, and the other 60% is the original score from Life As A House. No, I’m serious, it really is. Life As A House was the first DVD I ever bought and I watched it religiously the summer I turned twenty because I was hopelessly in love with Hayden Christensen after Attack of the Clones (yes, I am actually admitting this). I would know that music anywhere. I could actually see the scenes from Life As A House in my head that play when those particular pieces of music play, it was ridiculous. Of course, it’s entirely too appropriate since both movies use barely disguised metaphors to clumsily build their plots around, only this time it’s Life As A Kitchen and they had the good sense not to be so obvious in naming it as such.
04. I’m always very intrigued by people’s living quarters on film. I don’t really know what one of the top chefs in New York would make as an annual salary, but I’m pretty sure there’s no way Catherine Zeta-Jones would have been able to afford the place she had. Way too big. Yeah, yeah, I know it’s a movie.
05. Very fond of the costuming choices for Abigail Breslin.
06. Very fond of Abigail Breslin in general, actually.
07. And, of course, because this movie is predictable, Catherine Zeta did indeed find her Agent Michael Scarn. I didn’t actually need to write that as a point, I just really wanted to say it because The Office hiatus is killing me. THREAT LEVEL: MIDNIGHT.