Ever since I had heard about this film on my regular IMDb rounds, I was really pumped to see a film in which Chris Pine and Tom Hardy fight over Reese Witherspoon. Partly because it sounded fun and the fact that these are good actors that I usually like, but mostly because I am one of those neanderthal women who gets a real kick out of watching two hot guys fight. Especially over a girl. Seriously. I mean I am uncontrollable during the goofy fight scene between Colin Firth and Hugh Grant in Bridget Jones's Diary. I hoot and cheer and well, act crazy, so you can imagine me during the trailer when Pine and Hardy, who are definitely the more badass opponents in every way, fighting with guns and tables and what not.
And today, I watched the movie. Let me tell you that my cheeks are paining right now due to all the smiling I did throughout the movie. And I smiled a lot, and really big smiles too. I enjoyed every stupid element in it, just because they were being done by two unbelievably gorgeous men. And they were gorgeous! Especially Chris Pine with his sparkly blue eyes... okay I'm digressing. Anyways, all that was fine until I sat down to rate it. This is the thing- I don't know how. How can I think about a film like this in the same way I think about other films, since my brain was pretty much the last organ I was using while watching it. I was using even my facial muscles more, you know.
So here's my question- should one always watch a film with a critical eye, or can we occasionally sit back and let the raging hormones and all that do the work and just enjoy all the eye candy?