Putocopy and Letters to Juliet

After a two hour-long graphing/gabbing session for International Economics in the library, I met up with Thea Guanzon in Eastwood to watch Letters to Juliet. I arrived a little past noon and the next screening was at 3 PM so we had close to three hours to spare. Since she hadn't had lunch yet, we headed to Jack's Loft. Thea had baked potato soup (I expressly advised her against it because, for me at least, baked potato in a form other than, well, baked potato is just too weird. It would be like eating a bowl of sour cream with maybe a few chunks of potato thrown in. But Thei says it was good so I guess my tastes are just too primitive.) and we shared a plate of fried mozarella sticks. As usual, we had the weirdest conversations (Too weird to post here, yes. Haha!). How we managed to finish our food, given how much talking we were doing, is beyond me.

We headed up to the cinema to buy our tickets after lunch (Thank you, Citibank!) and, while waiting in line, sang songs from Glee out loud. It's a wonder they didn't ask us to leave the premises--people were openly staring at us! I sounded like a sick cat singing Rachel's part in Faithfully but I figured noone I know would be watching a movie on an early Tuesday afternoon, so we regaled everyone within a three-kilometer radius with our warbly version of Total Eclipse of the Heart. I think the lady at the counter was seriously considering not selling us tickets. Haha!

While waiting for the cinema doors to open, we checked out an art exhibit beside the concessionaire and I couldn't stop laughing when I saw this:

Yes, I know it's an old joke. That doesn't make it any less hilarious though--especially on a painting. :))

Letters to Juliet was okay. We obviously didn't watch it because we thought it would be a cinematic masterpiece. We needed something easy to digest, preferably one with a cheesy, easy-to-follow plot and predictable characters. Of course, the fact that Chris Egan's in it was a plus. It was just really too funny though when, while Sophie (Amanda Seyfried) was in deep thought, Taylor Swift's Love Story began to play. I know the song's apt, given the allusions to Romeo and Juliet's tragic love affair in the movie; but it just ruined the mood and made us go, "What just happened? She's emotional and contemplating leaving her fiancee--and they decided to play a semi-upbeat Taylor Swift pop song??" . And the 'twist' in the end (if you could even call it that) which involved Charlie (Chris Egan) explaining that the Patricia he had with him at the wedding was, in fact, his cousin, left me laughing even harder.

All in all, it wasn't so bad spending a Tuesday afternoon watching it, especially since, when I got to Eastwood, I had images of graphs and pie charts swimming in my head. Chris Egan in a tailored suit ( and the Puto-Putocopy painting) blew that all away. Haha!