27 Dresses

When my mom was here visiting last week, we got the movie "27 Dresses" from the library.

It was a cute movie that took me until the credits at the end to figure out who the actor playing the love interest was (the dude from X-Men who played Cyclops), but that's not what this post is all about.

In the movie, the main character is seen attending two weddings on the same night, in two equally so-so bridesmaids dresses. Her big thing is planning other friends' weddings, and doing whatever they want, without anything but the most cursory thank yous (depending on the friend, of course). But this post isn't really even about her lack of ability to stand up for herself--

It was the final cathartic scene, where the camera pulls back from the alter where she's said her vows with her now-husband, and the viewer sees all 27 of her married friends wearing their own hideous bridesmaid dresses. Some of those dresses were truly hideous. And I couldn't help but feel a vicarious vindication and glee about it.

It was blissful payback for the main character. Brides want what they want, but the tendency to treat their wedding as a circus event where your friends are there to do your absolute bidding and wear the shittiest looking clothing--well, I liked the final scene. A lot.

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Yay! I just scored four .25 cent LK Hamilton books at the used book store in a local library-and they're already wish-listed on Paperback Book Swap! And there were other books, too, but not too many UF books. I picked a book, second in a series about a Vampire slayer who's this uber chicklet slayer, who only comes around once in a thousand years and has THREE (count'em) uber vampires chasing after her, and that one is wish listed, too. I skimmed through it, and I've decided I've had enough of vampire fiction, be it slayeresque or not.  The Dresden books are different, since Harry isn't himself the object of an amorous vampire constantly--only when he comes across them. It doesn't bug me like it does with these Buffy Books.