Coming home after yet another bad date, what single woman hasn't poured herself an extra large glass of wine and thought, "I guess what they say is true: the only good men left out there are either dead, gay, or fictional."
Before I got married and then divorced, I believed in all of the "happily-ever-after" fairy tales. I believed in the nonsense that rom-coms push down our throats about soulmates and forever and love at first sight.
Friends with Kids is never as funny as I wanted it to be -- but I'm starting to think that few films can be. It's a smart romantic comedy that should amuse both halves of the couples who see it on date night.