Last Tuesday, however, I hit cheap night at the cinema with my husband’s three sisters (my favourite girls’-night-out companions) to see Date Night. It was more than worth the $5.25 ticket price. My guess is that the vast majority of married couples could relate to the routine and comfort of the Fosters’ family life, and although that is the undercurrent of the film, the plot is actually a funny case of mistaken-identity, try to outsmart the bad guys, completely implausible storyline. Sorry — I hope you weren’t expecting a Steve Carrell/Tina Fey picture to be a moving drama.
The only downfall of “Date Night” was the absolutely senseless nudity. I mean, really, how many viewers want to see Marky Mark with his shirt off? Several times? Showing off an extremely muscular physique? Tsk, tsk. Just terrible.
Where was I? Oh right. This movie would be a great choice for your next “date night”, although I suppose it’s kind of ironic that I went to it with the girls. I think I’ll drag my husband to Sex and the City 2 to balance things out!