Music & Lyrics: Review. Cheesy but...

This is a quick one. I watched (finally) Music and Lyrics last night. Yes, I know, it's a movie made all the way back in 2007 and I am a dufus for only watching it now.

Verdict: It was cheesy

Verdict: Hugh Grant's got lots more wrinkles than I remember him having. But he's still got that charm thing working for him. And that accent....yum!

Verdict: Drew Barrymore can play cheesy ditzy

Verdict: This girl who played the role Cora the pop star...oh WOW! WOW WOW WOW WOW! Awesome pretty, sexy....slutty sexy, weird sexy, or just SEX.

Verdict: I have fallen in love with the song that goes 'POP! Goes my heart! And love that 80's cheesy music video they made in the beginning. Oh God! It soooo reminds me of when I was a young girl looking at the American Top 10 music videos or something! Hahahaha!

Verdict: All the other songs in the show sucks.

Overall, it's cheesy-cheesy but hey, sometimes, just for the fun of it, we watch cheesy movies and still enjoy it.

Did I enjoy it? Yeah, I so did.

The end.

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