I don’t have very high standards for what I’ll watch on Netflix in the last hour or so before I toddle off to bed. Really anything that’ll quiet my mind and lull me pleasantly with a few laughs or a little light romance is fine. So this fit the bill perfectly the other night, I thought: what looked to be a subpar 2006 romcom featuring Jennifer Garner and Timothy Olyphant.
I selected ‘play’, settled back and prepared to zone out. And it was…
Good. Quite good. I don’t mean to sound amazed. Jennifer Garner has been in good films before. But it was… funny. And the setup was dark as heck, and there was a lot more comedy involved than romance. Even though TO and JG were hot as hell together.
Timothy Olyphant, though. Can we talk about Timothy Olyphant? I had to check how old he was in this on IMDB, because I couldn’t believe the evidence of my eyes.
38. He was thirty-fucking-eight. 48 now, 38 then.
He could have been playing 23, for God’s sake. I didn’t look that well at 18, never mind thirty-fucking-eight. (eta: and in a Dead Kennedys tshirt, too! TO is just unfair to… the rest of us. How are we supposed to compete?)
The complete barsteward. Genes are an absolute swizzle.
Apart from that grizzling aside, the rest of the cast were also aces, especially Juliette Lewis and Kevin Smith. Well worth the price of… well, the price of the popcorn you smuggle into your own living-room, I suppose. Bargain, esp. with all the sensitive vulnerable manpain on display. Jennifer Garner’s finest moment since 13 Going On 30, and I do not say that lightly.