I Can't Stop Watching "Army Wives"!

It's my cousin's fault for suggesting this excellent series that takes place on an army post, where wives get together, bond, drink wine and name their lady parts. My weekend is chock-full.

This morning I began with Taken 2. You know something? 60-something action heroes rule! Even though he's wearing skunk fur on his head, Liam Neeson is bad ass.

I end with the trailer for August: Osage County. My verdict: Julia tries really hard to be a normal person but sorry, FAILURE. She is as perfect and gorgeous as ever (and Meryl does some fab scenery chewing!).

Looking for reviews of The Great Gatsby. Have the feeling it's bleh. Tobey and Leo, really? I like them in certain projects, like Cider House Rules and The Departed respectively. I don't see how they could outshine Sam Waterston and Robert Redford. I just don't, not even with Baz's pomp and circumstance. Did like his Romeo & Juliet, though.

St. Patty's Day: A Day of Spewing Green Beer

Growing up, I faked being Irish because of my red hair. It seemed easier than saying: We have no idea where the red came from (probably Wales or Switzerland). You Irish? Sure. Now, at the ripe age of 43, I can come out and say I'm not that Irish and I really hate St. Patrick's Day with rowdy people packed into bars, drinking green alcohol, bagpipes, U2 and fake Irish accents. It's awful.

Here's what I do like about Ireland: Liam Neeson, corned beef, Guinness, Colin Farrell's gutter mouth, a pivotal location for P.S. I Love You and soda bread without raisins. Maybe I'll watch Mary Reilly to celebrate Julia doing an Irish accent. For now, I will bury myself in Fireflies in the Garden, where she plays Ryan Reynolds's mom (poor Julia). Review to come.