Movie reviews -- Le Papillon, Wimbledon

Seeing as how the year is going to end, I'm going to stick my head out and say that Le Papillon is the best movie I've watched this year. I cannot imagine there exists anyone so cynical in the world, that Le Papillon cannot warm his heart even a little bit. I borrowed the VCD from a friend, who told me to "watch it for the adorable little girl, and the beautiful scenery, if nothing else," so that's all the expectation I dared bring -- nothing else. But then I found myself laughing and crying, and not wanting the movie to end. That's about the best I can describe it.

Wimbledon, of course, paled in comparison afterwards, yet wasn't as cheesy as I'd expected. I rather enjoyed it, but have since filed it under the likes of How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days: sweet but very forgettable. Paul Bettany was a wonderful casting choice.

I'm coming to the realisation that half of how much you enjoy a movie is in the expectation you bring along. No wonder I find myself often disappointed at the "must watch" movies, and pleasantly surprised at the more obscure ones. So I have ruined both shows for you. Alright, then.