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I had this rare opportunity to watch this movie on two consecutive days, like a serial. This, of course, owes to the lack of time to finish the movie on a single day. But on the first day, there was hardly anything in it that impressed me. Time is proportional to will. If I had the will I would have watched it on that same day. I felt that the movie was bleak and boring. Or at least not of my sort, even thought there was a writer character in it who, in similar situations aroused my interest in insurmountable fashion, but the writer here, in this one, visited weddings for the most part and wrote a columns in a news paper, needless to say he is a journalist. Kevin, the journalist in his first conversation with Jane, the female protagonist of the story, had confessed that he is a writer, even though he didn’t belong to that category of people who write books. Still, this statement had significance, because it kept his identity as a journalist covered up from her eyes, which later led to a crucial tension in the story.
I left the movie ride the first day in the middle and kept the rest for another time. The next day evening I came back home exhausted. A snick of the mouse, and I am back in 27 Dresses, though this time just to keep myself alive from exhaustion, since writing seemed difficult and reading equally beyond the energy levels I possessed at the time.
At that moment, what I expected to be a drab turned out to be an interesting movie; may be due to my situation. I observed each of the characters with empathy. Most of them, who seemed living out of reality and lifeless the previous day, all of a sudden appeared true characters, and drew my concern. They lived, hated, loved, ate, drank, separated and met again. And there was a moment, which I won’t tell you, when I felt my eyes wet. Happy Saturday!