Years back, around the time that Lindsay Lohan's movies starting performing poorly (think Just My Luck or even worse, I Know Who Killed Me), I made a comment that she's really not challenging herself and she's going to blaze out. I didn't know the extent of the downward spiral to come, but just based on the movie roles themselves. The only roles she ever seems willing to take on then and now are these glamour-puss roles where she's always the prettiest woman in the room. I'm not saying she should do a Charlize Theron turn like in Monster, but it's unrealistic and unrelatable that there's this attractive, impeccably dressed woman who's a) shy, b) a bit of a klutz, and c) prone to goofy over-complicated situations. Just find a role that seems like a real person. Even better actors who have a well-defined persona can dial it down or use it to their advantage to become a person you might actually know or want to know. They're the actors we all love or have loved at some point. The earlier post is absolutely right that these are faux-Hallmark movies that may have an extra swear word or two, but otherwise not discernable from the rest. I'm surprised this one isn't Christmas-themed.
It feels like Lindsay Lohan is in a permanent whirlpool of comebacks, as she did another Netflix romcom a few years back, a Christmas Amnesia themed one. Seems our deer LiLo is aiming for every Hallmark cliché. I'm not even sure what she is really "coming back" to. She was in two certifiably good to great movies back in her teen years, but let's face it, those movies mostly belong to her costars like Jamie Lee Curtis and Rachel McAdams. Her acting never got better than "Disney teen" which of course makes her a prime candidate for Don't-Call-It-Hallmark on Netflix.
That all said, I didn't hate it, but probably for the same reasons Nathan hoped to like it: it was inoffensive formula stuff that I watched with my wife on a Sunday afternoon, with my phone in my hand. Hardly a positive review, I know.
One of the most bizarre facets is that they've got Jane Seymour laced through the thing as Lindsay's mom and she never shares a single moment with the rest of the cast.
For a romcom on Netflix with virtually the same "woman throws all in on the wrong guy, who happens to be an author" plot, I recommend Players with Gina Rodriguez and Damon Wayans Jr.
Years back, around the time that Lindsay Lohan's movies starting performing poorly (think Just My Luck or even worse, I Know Who Killed Me), I made a comment that she's really not challenging herself and she's going to blaze out. I didn't know the extent of the downward spiral to come, but just based on the movie roles themselves. The only roles she ever seems willing to take on then and now are these glamour-puss roles where she's always the prettiest woman in the room. I'm not saying she should do a Charlize Theron turn like in Monster, but it's unrealistic and unrelatable that there's this attractive, impeccably dressed woman who's a) shy, b) a bit of a klutz, and c) prone to goofy over-complicated situations. Just find a role that seems like a real person. Even better actors who have a well-defined persona can dial it down or use it to their advantage to become a person you might actually know or want to know. They're the actors we all love or have loved at some point. The earlier post is absolutely right that these are faux-Hallmark movies that may have an extra swear word or two, but otherwise not discernable from the rest. I'm surprised this one isn't Christmas-themed.
It feels like Lindsay Lohan is in a permanent whirlpool of comebacks, as she did another Netflix romcom a few years back, a Christmas Amnesia themed one. Seems our deer LiLo is aiming for every Hallmark cliché. I'm not even sure what she is really "coming back" to. She was in two certifiably good to great movies back in her teen years, but let's face it, those movies mostly belong to her costars like Jamie Lee Curtis and Rachel McAdams. Her acting never got better than "Disney teen" which of course makes her a prime candidate for Don't-Call-It-Hallmark on Netflix.
That all said, I didn't hate it, but probably for the same reasons Nathan hoped to like it: it was inoffensive formula stuff that I watched with my wife on a Sunday afternoon, with my phone in my hand. Hardly a positive review, I know.
One of the most bizarre facets is that they've got Jane Seymour laced through the thing as Lindsay's mom and she never shares a single moment with the rest of the cast.
For a romcom on Netflix with virtually the same "woman throws all in on the wrong guy, who happens to be an author" plot, I recommend Players with Gina Rodriguez and Damon Wayans Jr.