Good Luck Chuck is about a man (”Chuck” obviously) who can’t find true love. Every woman he goes out with always seems to end up marrying the next guy. Poor Chuck is, errr, always the best man and, errr, never the groom.
Anyway, soon word gets round that he’s a bit of a “lucky charm” and it’s not long until women are queuing up to sleep with him, thinking that they too will shortly meet the man of their dreams.
Unfortunately for Chuck, all these hoards of women throwing themselves at him just don’t seem to make him happy, as Chuck knows he’s just being used for endless, long nights of meaningless sex. Poor fella.
Now for some reason that I can’t quite put my finger on, this story all sounds a bit too familiar.
You see, I’m sure I know someone just like Chuck. Someone who also appears to be a sort of “lucky charm” that has this amazing ability to speak to a woman and within days she’s moving away to some far flung place, like Tajikistan or Slough with the man of her dreams.
However, for the life of me, I just can’t put my finger on who I could possibly be thinking of. And no, it certainly ain’t me, because I’m just waaaay too smooth for that to happen.
Anyway, Good Luck Chuck isn’t a great film, but hey - it’s got Jessica Alba in it, so it was never going to be totally terrible. Plus it’s got more than a few jubblies in it, which always scores points with me.
6/10.
…and on a totally unrelated note, huge congrats to Paul & Connie on their upcoming “Small Paul”. As Cilla would say, good luck Chucks!
This film should really be called “30 Days of Extremely Bright Moonlight”.
Basically, vampire versions of Neil Tennant and David Walliams terrorise the small Alaskan town of Barrow. Of course, when I say” terrorise” I really mean “eat”.
The fella from 3:10 to Yuma is in it (his character is probably the creepiest in the film) and there’s a few jumpy moments, but it goes on a bit too long and it is a smidge difficult to get too scared when all you can think is that the main bad dude looks like a demented Pet Shop Boys singer. Hey-ho. 6/10.
[edit] I was also wondering in a slightly geeky way… since moonlight is just sunlight reflected off the moon, why is it that vampires don’t burn up?
Well apparently (after a bit of Googling), moonlight is about a million times fainter than sunlight, so the vampire killing UltraViolet light in moonlight would also be about a million times less than sunlight.
So if my calculations are right… that’d mean 30 days of full moonlight is equivalent to about 2.59 seconds of direct sunlight. In UV light terms, a vampire wearing a decent factor 50 sunblock would only expose himself to about 51.8 milliseconds of UV then. Plus if he wore a hat… [/edit]
Oooh looky, it’s another Blogalism birthday! After two years, you would have thought I’d have slipped into more of a regular blogging habit, wouldn’t ya.
Actually someone asked me the other week “Why do you have a blog?”.
I scratched my head, gave some vague and fuzzy answer and quickly changed the subject. When I got home that evening, I thought about the question some more. Then a bit more.
After all that thinking, all I could come up with was that I have absolutely no idea.
I mean, I must’ve had a reason to start in the first place? What the fook was it? I honestly don’t remember now. All I can say is that for some inexplicable reason I quite enjoy having my own little group of pixels to look after. It’s most odd.
Perhaps by this time next year I’ll have a better answer to that question… or maybe not.
