WHATEVER Valentine’s Day means to you, a free spirited woman snaring a prince is one definition of romance. The world news is gloomy, so this is a Hallmark holiday gives everyone a break.
Whether you have a partner or not, Valentine’s Day can be a respite. Yes, it can and I have some help explaining it.
There is a treat for listeners from the Way Back Machine.
…and one of the greatest love affairs of the 20th century.
John Oliver‘s comments on Meghan Markle and Prince Harry are included.
Oh, and I can’t fail to mention Fifty Shades Freed opens this weekend. And it looks like the reviews won’t be any kinder for the finale. E.L. James and her husband, who wrote the screenplay for the final film, will be laughing all the way to paradise.
A review from The Hollywood Reporter
Dakota Johnson and Jamie Dornan are back for a third round in this conclusion to the trilogy based on E.L. James’ best-selling novels.
Closing the book on what is arguably one of the worst film franchises in recent memory, Fifty Shades Freed doesn’t quite end with the bang one would hope for. Although, if by “bang” you’re thinking what everyone else is thinking, then there are definitely a few of those in this third and final adaptation of the best-selling E.L. James trilogy. And there’s even the bang of a gun going off at some point in the third act.
But in terms of drama, or melodrama, or just bad drama, Freed rarely delivers the goods while trying hard to give fans what they came for: more visits to the “playroom” for some lightweight sadomasochism, more eye-rolling plot mechanics involving Christian Grey’s troubled past, more reactionary views on love and marriage, more money shots of sports cars, private jets and vacation homes that only the 1 percent can afford and more attempts to turn what may be one of the duller couples to ever grace the screen into two captivating characters. For good measure, the filmmakers also toss in a butt plug.
Seriously, is this the best we can offer adults who don’t want to watch Marvel movies? …