Dear ‘Dear John,’ Please Go Away
Posted on 11 February 2010
I couldn’t wait for Dear John to come out. Not because I wanted to see it, but because I’d hoped the incessant advertising for its release might stop… or at least slow down.
No such luck.
The preview still runs two or three times per every half-hour of programming.
I watch a lot of TV. And no, I don’t have a DVR. So that’s a crap-load of vomit-inducing gut-wrenching, romantic imagery I have to sit through. The same sound bytes over and over and over again. I can now recite them word for word. And I do.
Now that Dear John is finally out in theaters, the critics are chiming in. Thanks to these previews, I know what they’re saying.
Apparently, it’s “overwhelmingly romantic.” I don’t know why I found that amusing. Kind of like the time a reporter called the weather “unreasonably cold.”
Don’t get me wrong—Dear John might be the best movie ever made. I have no idea. I still don’t really even know what it’s about. And since the only thing I love more than TV is the movies, I’ll probably see it. And I’ll probably love it. I’m sappy like that.
I just can’t wait till the previews stop clogging up the airwaves so we can get back to old favorites like the credit report guy and that charming little Geiko gecko.
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