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| Valentine's Day isn't the only holiday that Hollywood can cash in on for a quick ensemble film. |
Chick flicks have always been a dime a dozen – sappy, unreal easily fixable little worlds with a perfect little ending topped off with some pretty bow. Sometimes one linear sappy story is way more than one can handle at any given moment. Then Garry Marshall gave us Valentine’s Day, where it wasn’t just one story of love, but somehow a whole bunch intermixed with one another and better yet, throwing in pop celebrities and product placement for the sake of filling up two hours.
It’s not over; not by a long shot. Swap out boxes of chocolates and dozen roses for champagne and annoying party favors to celebrate another year gone by and countdown another three hundred odd days until that infamous Mayan prediction. Like Marshall’s previous ensemble film, New Year’s Eve follows countless storylines in the Big Apple, leading up the final moments of the year.
It’s not over; not by a long shot. Swap out boxes of chocolates and dozen roses for champagne and annoying party favors to celebrate another year gone by and countdown another three hundred odd days until that infamous Mayan prediction. Like Marshall’s previous ensemble film, New Year’s Eve follows countless storylines in the Big Apple, leading up the final moments of the year.