尽善尽美

Though I was deeply caught by Jake Nicolson’s excellent performance of being a mysophobia or another medical jargon used in the movie, I had to admit that I was so tired of a typical love story. The writer gave the waitress the best help she could ever get, and then she ran to his apartment in rain, just to tell him the cruel truth that she would never ever sleep with him. That stired up the old writer’s tightly locked heart. And after that, the whole story turned up to be an old-fashioned tango between a man and a woman. No, I really dislike the idea that the waitress should fall in love with the writer whose age is better suited for the waitress’s mom. I just don’t like the idea that the waitress should fall for the man’s enormous property and generous help for her son, though she declares it is love and she thinks him handsome the first sight she saw him.

Sorry, I am just grumbling. Maybe I am as lonely as the writer. Maybe I am jealous of him.