Movie Review: The Vow

It’s movie review day here at Glitter, Bliss, and Perfect Chaos. And we’re super excited to see the movie, The Vow. And I have to admit, I went into this movie feeling pretty cynical. I even posted this on my facebook wall because it’s how I felt. Because shouldn’t she have been down on her knees thanking God for letting her live, so she could spend the rest of her days with those abs?!

I figured I’d get in the movie. Pretend I am the woman with amnesia. He would tell me he’s my husband. And then my mind would leave the stupid movie and go on it’s own adventure of all the things I would make him do to me to “help” me get my memory back.  He’d have to walk around shirtless the entire time because surely I’d remember those abs. Like how could I have ever forgotten them? He’d have to do all those things in bed I used to love (over and over again) because surely that would trigger something. Oh, the fun we would have. Even if I didn’t ever get my memory back, I’d lie and say I did. Just so he could be my husband. Because clearly, he and his abs adore me. Why let a silly little brain wipe ruin that. Plus we could make it our life’s goal to make more amazing memories.

 

Here’s the trailer:

The Verdict: This movie. Sigh. Swoon. Wipe some tears. Shove more popcorn in my mouth, so I wouldn’t just start bawling. Sigh. Swoon. Repeat. Okay, so I went into this movie very much a cynic. But here’s the deal, y’all. I LOVE THIS MOVIE. And the damn thing made me cry like a little girl. And I think I know why. See those abs up there? See that adorable face? Picture him with little tears in his eyes. Picture him trying to win back your love. Imagine that you wake up and all you can remember is the guy you used to be engaged to five years ago. Yeah, you’d have to be attracted to the guy that says he’s your husband, but your ex was pretty darn hot too. And you can’t remember him. You’re scared and frustrated with yourself because you can’t remember this hottie that you married.

Yes, this movie totally sucked me in. It sucked me in because Channing Tatum was the perfect combination of sweet and hot. I didn’t cry when she cried. I cried when his poor little heart was breaking. There were numerous times I wanted to pull the boy out of the screen and just give him a big old hug, pat him on the back, and say, “Baby, it will be alright. You’ll make her love you again. I promise.” But then it seemed so bleak. She broke his heart for the millionth time. And he was alone. All alone with his abs and a cat. Such a sad lonely life. I wanted to smack her upside the head and hug him some more.

This is one of those movies you should probably see with your girlfriends.

And you should forewarn the man in your life that if you go see this movie, you will probably come back home and ask him these kinds of questions.

“Honey, if I was in a car accident and didn’t remember you, would you try and make me fall in love with you again?”

“Honey, if I could only remember an old boyfriend who was really hot, would you fight for me?”

“Will you always love me?”

“Like forever and ever? What if I got fat? What if I needed to be in a wheelchair? What about then? Would you cry if I left you?”

Yeah. Tell him before you leave to see the movie that the correct answer to whatever bizarre questions you ask him when you come back is, “Of course, baby. I’ll always love you.”

This movie could get nothing but a HAPPILY EVER AFTER. Oh, and get this. This movie was based on true life events. So to all you girls out there that have yet to find the perfect man. (Like Phillip in my books.) Keep looking!! They are out there. And if you find one with amazing abs, don’t let him get away. Even if you can’t remember him.

P.S. For those of you wondering about the ab count in this movie, you will not be disappointed. In fact, you will probably see more of Channing than you thought you would. And you won’t mind that at all.

Just a reminder of how we rank movies here at Glitter, Bliss, and Perfect Chaos:

One Star = Walk of shame. I was in last night’s dress, carrying my shoes as I rushed off. I can’t believe I wasted my time on him and pray no one I know sees me.

Two Stars = Bad date. He didn’t really do anything wrong, we just didn’t have any chemistry. Maybe he just wasn’t my type. I probably won’t answer if he calls.

Three Stars =Hookup. We had a great night together. Don’t know if it will be more than that, but it was sure fun while it lasted.

Four Stars = Stalking him. What a night! We danced, we kissed. Now if I could just get him to call me.

Five Stars = Happily ever after. I love him! I want to marry him, have his babies, and live happily ever after.

I was once told that you should always keep one of your Christmas decorations out year-round, so you will feel the spirit of Christmas all year long. I do that at home, so I feel it is reasonable to do here on the blog. So we decided to keep him out because he’s so damn adorable and totally how I picture Phillip from my books, That Boy and the just released, That Wedding.