It’s terrifying how many cheesy rom-coms lurk in the dark places of Netflix – and it’s even more terrifying, how many of them I’ve watched, now.
So I will totally cop to watching Queen Latifah’s Last Holiday, last w/end.
Latifah’s dying, right? Isn’t she? Is she? Isn’t she? She’s pining for her cute not-quite-boyfriend, she’s off on a spending spree, she’s really alive for the first time in her life anyhow…
It was… it wasn’t terrible. That’s all I’m saying. And I took this away from it with me. And that made it worthwhile.
