A secret shame of mine. I like Bye Bye Love. I'd never go so far as to rent it, I didn't see it in the theaters, and I didn't ho out of my way to watch it on HBO. I do not suggest that you do this. If it happens to come on TV, give it a go. It is a media fucker, true, and a tear jerker but somehow this manipulative bastard movie found its way into the cold neither region of my wicked heart.This movie is about divorce. No other way to look at it. Parents do not get back together in the end for the sake of their kids, and this movie becomes obviously an attempt at getting adults and children who have been through a divorce to laugh at their situation. To laugh at who they are. And then feel bad and good at the same time.
The closest similar movie is Mrs. Doubtfire, which I have come to despise as it is not funny. I found nothing redeeming about Mrs. Doubtfire, and I didn't find too much in Bye Bye Love either. But there were some sequences which were genuinely funny (including a Rawhide reference, and a scene with a sledge hammer and a porch). But the one part in this movie which really got me was....
Okay...
*hangs head in shame*
Randy Quaid's job. He got to me. He did a great job and the scene where he was at the radio station doing what he felt it meant to be a good father got me.
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Oh shut up, Milton was in the movie what more do you want?I'm so sorry for liking Bye Bye, Love. Maybe God will some day forgive me.
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