Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs...

Today, big news, reader, I have things to tell you. Scoops, really. I bet, like me, you didn't know. Things about Ireland, mostly...

Indeed, I went to the movies yesterday and watched "P.S. I love you", in an attempt to wash away all these clever particles left in my brain by "Arizona Dream". I needed a movie where people have rational behaviours and explain everything they do. And I needed to see if Gerard Butler really was as charismatic as I remembered him from 300 and the Phantom of the Opera. Well, he wasn't really but he was still good (maybe it was because he was dead, it might not help... Or maybe it was due to his neck having disappeared...). Anyway, as I said, the movie had great didactic virtues. Here are a few things I learnt yesterday evening.

-All Irish men are good looking, muscular and tanned (HA HA HA!! A TANNED IRISHMAN!!! I bet he must have spent some time under the sun of Sparta, that guy... Cause in Dublin, he would have gotten that nice, ashy complexion which you can only get if you spend more than 2 hours a week under bus shelters, hoping naively that the Dublin Bus company actually exists)... Where was I? Oh, yeah, Irishmen... They have tattoos and wear all kinds of weird bracelets and necklaces. In general, they all look like a sexy mixture of a strong and handsome peasant, and a strong and handsome rocker. Ah, yeah, because they all sing, and they have a great voice.

-As for the weather, don't be silly, don't believe the terrible rumors spread by jealous people over the world: it is not crappy!! It is actually sunny all the time, and it only rains at night, or when people go indoors.

-There are absolutely no cars wherever, and everything is green. You can go from Dun Laoghaire, in Dublin, to the Wicklow Montains (a national park) on foot in just two hours. Pity I didn't know that when I was there, I could have gone for nice walks! But then again, Ireland is only 15 km², so I should have known and tried my luck. Ah, yeah, and the people there, they all know each other and play in bands together, when they are not ploughing.

But I also learnt things about people. In general, they are perfect, and beautiful, and very clever. Oh, and they are genius planners and probably psychic, too, especially when they have great backsides. And once again, let's not forget their vocal talents. They sing brilliantly. And nothing ever happens to them, except for what you want to see. Like for example, they go to Ireland and meet a cool peasant/rocker guy, who takes a sudden liking to them. After sending away two skimpily dressed young creatures. Right. Sure.

I also discovered that Buffy's Spike actually can look good with brown hair, even though it takes a lot of getting used to, and he's got big white teeth when he smiles, that wasn't a vampirey special effect in Buffy. And Hillary Swank really acts well, it wasn't just a "Clint Eastwood would make anyone talented" thing.

In a word, PS I Love you is a love movie for girly girls. It's difficult to do worse, and it's very difficult to do better. I cried for a good 3/4 of the movie (as soon as those -very believable- Irishmen started singing, I was doomed), and got out in a pretty good mood. I'm pretty sure the book must be un-readable though. But if you have the time and feel like going to the movies tonight, you can go see this. As for me, I might go see Cloverfield today. Big change in atmosphere... Probably not much cleverer, but this time at least, I don't run the risk of having my brain replaced by marshmallow. Which is nice, once in a while... But still...

Have a nice day!

PS : I love you so much that I'm going to tell you to run as fast as you can once the end credit appears, because James Blunt is going to start singing any minute, and you're going to have his song stuck in your head for days.