by John Smith [DDET {i}]John Smith is an author like any other. He lives in Ohio with his wife and thirty children. John Smith is an author like any other. He lives in Ohio with his wife and thirty children.
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The thing about Blue Valentine, one of the best films of 2010, is that it’s not really all that pleasant to watch a lot of the time. It’s ugly in places because people are ugly in places. Writer/director Derek Cianfrance offers us the very small and simple story of two people falling out of love, which is made all the more painful by the recurring reminder of how good things used to be, in the form of extended flashbacks to a brighter time in the pair’s relationship. It hurts because it’s true. So why should anyone sit in a theatre and pay a bunch of money to watch the harrowing realities of modern love, when they can float away on a cream puff, watching a bloated Adam Sandler snicker through a movie about the wacky things a man will do for a swimsuit model’s huge tits? I thought you’d never ask!

The thing about Blue Valentine, one of the best films of 2010, is that it’s not really all that pleasant to watch a lot of the time. It’s ugly in places because people are ugly in places. Writer/director Derek Cianfrance offers us the very small and simple story of two people falling out of love, which is made all the more painful by the recurring reminder of how good things used to be, in the form of extended flashbacks to a brighter time in the pair’s relationship. It hurts because it’s true. So why should anyone sit in a theatre and pay a bunch of money to watch the harrowing realities of modern love, when they can float away on a cream puff, watching a bloated Adam Sandler snicker through a movie about the wacky things a man will do for a swimsuit model’s huge tits? I thought you’d never ask!