
This is what Mickey Rourke looked like before he fugged up his face with male plastic surgery. Mickey come back to us in your old drug addicted glory.
I know that people have wanted to talk about this, but they are just way to embrassed to admit to the fact that they actually drove their asses to the movie theatre to see this movie. I myself am not embrassed to admit to spending $11.50 to see Dear John. Being overly typical, I went to see this romantic movie on Valentine's Day. WHAT THE HELL I was expecting to sit for 2 hours and cry my eyes out, well I did cry because I laughed so hard. Who knew that Hollywood could actually churn out such a shiteous movie. I know I know, it looks completely lame and typical, but typical would have been an actual plot line with people interacting. I watched 2 hours of boy stroking girl's hair and kissing her forehead. I read somehwere that the ending of th emovie was actually different, but test audiences didn't like it, so they went with something else. THAT WAS THE NEW AND BETTER ENDING? I can not even fathom how horrendous that other ending may have been. I wanted to live through a fantastical romance but all I got was some crappy acting with a below-par plot. Don't see this movie, rent the Notebook instead and cry yourself to sleep.
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