My Brown-Eyed Earl by Anna Bennett
The author does many things right here, but ultimately, this one is so predictable and familiar that it ends up just average.
The author does many things right here, but ultimately, this one is so predictable and familiar that it ends up just average.
Oh my goodness, here’s a movie that’s almost pornographic in how it treats its eye candies, firepower, and gratuitous violence.
I actually watched this one back in 2005, but promptly forgot to post a review. Rewatching it again, I can see why.
The Viscount can go hang himself for all I care.
Watch how Hollywood hams and cheeses up an actual bombing event into some lighter-waving feel-good shlock.
Bye forever, Alice! I was so ready to say goodbye for a while now, anyway.
We really need a fresh plot line or a fresh treatment of an old plot line. This one is just robotic and awkward.
There is only enough material here to keep me interested for, oh, 30 minutes. Everything after is just boredom in action.
Warning: this story has one of the most moronic heroines I’ve ever come across. Avoid if you can’t stand such wretches.
The hero is OOOH SO DREAMY. The heroine OH SOD OFF, DUMB BROAD. Oh, I’m so conflicted.