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Driving down the road with the windows open, blasting Girls Just Wanna Have Fun for the world in general as we go to rent The Breakfast Club with Esme and Rowan, is undoubtably the most cliched, taken-straight-out-of-a-feel-good-summer-movie thing I have done in a long while.
Also the most fun.

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Dear Mr. Shymalan:

On Sunday evening I went to the movies with a few friends of mine to see your newest film, The Village.
Since I got in for free, I'm not going to ask for my ten bucks back. Just the two hours I spent sitting in that theatre listening to godawful dialogue with no contractions.
And watching Joaquin Phoenix and that redheaded girl try to muster up some kind of chemistry.
And predicting the lame, lame OMG supriz plot twistz!!!1!
And...
Actually, I DO want my ten bucks back.

No love at all,
Me

P.S.: You know there's something wrong when the mentally challenged plot device is more interesting than the main character.
P.P.S.: Also- during scenes that are meant to be moments of quiet and intense emotion, maybe you should GET RID OF THE FUCKING VIOLINS SCREECHING INCESSANTLY IN THE BACKGROUND.
P.P.P.S.: You're not cool anymore.