This weekend was movie weekend. This morning, the UberHusband and I went out and saw a great movie and last night we watched two good movies on DVD, enjoyed a yummy dinner and topped it off with bananas foster since today…today I get back on the low-carb bandwagon because, well, I have three 2-piece swimsuits that I need to look good in when we go to Hawaii in 24 days. But, that’s not the point…

We’ll go in chronological order…first up was Little Black Book late yesterday afternoon with Brittany Murphy and Academy Awards® Winner Holly Hunter. Cute movie, although midway through I started to loathe Ms. Murphy’s Stacy as much as I did Julia Roberts’s Julianne in My Best Friend’s Wedding. Some women think they have the right…nay, the obligation to themselves to do things they know deep down inside aren’t right…but they do them anyway and invite us along for the $7.00 ride. Average movie…most guys will hate it and probably most women too because ultimately, Stacy deserves everything she gets and could have avoided a lot of pain but…anyway…I can think of worse ways to spend ninety minutes.

After that, we finally watched Garden State, which has been the film industry’s darling for awhile but we just…as usual…never got around to seeing it. The only thing that really stood out at me was the fact that I kept trying to compare it to other movies. I thought it had elements of Memento, Punch Drunk Love, Say Anything, Reality Bites, Gross Pointe Blank and even a little of Clerks. I swear the UberHusband was asleep at the end, but he said he wasn’t. I almost was…it was a good movie, I think…and I love Zach Braff but maybe I just don’t identify with that mid-20s angst thing anymore and how damn…dramatic it all was. But, on an upside, Natalie Portman absolutely sparkled…but she’s just like that.

Today…today we went and saw In Good Company, with Dennis Quaid, Topher Grace and The Chick From Lost in Translation, Scar-Jo as I like to call her. It was smart, funny, clever…but isn’t for people under the age of oh, 16 so leave the little ones at home. They’ll get bored. Guaranteed. I’ll put it to you this way, Topher was better in this movie than he was on Saturday Night Live last night, so don’t let his horrific trucker interpretation scare you off. The movie’s by the same guy who brought you About a Boy so expect lots of witty dialogue, pensive introspection and awkward contemplation. And, I mean that in a good way.