You can't wholeheartedly love anything or anyone without accepting the good with the bad. You've gotta love the fights, breakups, tears, and loneliness just as much as you love the candle lit dinners, chance meetings, and roses.
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.