As happens with the cinema, with me, I preempt the film by reading review after review, sometimes to the point of seeing it before watching the thing, if you get me. I come away disappointed more often than not.
With 'The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button' I had low expectations going into the film. Some said it was too long, that Pitt was as wooden as my makeshift ironing board, that it was nothing but a glorified piece of whimsy too yawning with Forrest Gumpitis to stand on its own as a classic.
Well, all the above is true, and it surely is no classic, but I enjoyed it enthusiastically. I can't say why, really.
Maybe for 'long' I saw unhurried.
Maybe for 'wooden' I saw subtle.
Maybe for 'whimsical' I, well, I was just in the correct humour for that kind of thing.
Also, as anyone who read my preceding entry will attest, I'm a sucker for a love story.