There’s one word that perfectly sums up the new movie Morning Glory and that’s “cute.” Part Rom-Com, part Plucky Girl Makes It Big, with a dash of Wrinkly Stars’ Last Chance thrown in for good measure, it’s formulaic, predictable and surprisingly fun. It’s like comfort food for the holidays.
The performances are solid and for anyone who loves (or loathes) morning news shows, it’s a nice little skewering of the inherent ridiculousness of the genre and its 3-minute doses of information.
Sure, the film stars Rachel McAdams, Diane Keaton and Harrison Ford, but leave it to us, we focused our gays’ gaze on one Mr. Hunky, the yummy Patrick Wilson, love interest to McAdams. We’ve been infatuated with him ever since Little Children, where he was decidedly more naked than he is in this film, but there’s something about his smile that makes us forget his blatant clothiness this time around.
But it’s not just Wilson and his movie-star good looks that got us thinking. It’s the whole notion in straight romantic comedies that always confounds us as gay men. How is it possible for men like this to walk into the lives of these zany leading women and get rejected? McAdams’ character’s first date is with Noah Bean, another delicious morsel of a man, and she completely ignores him.
If Morning Glory were a gay movie, first of all, it would probably be called Morning Glory Hole, but that’s inappropriate for work. So skip past that last sentence. Not only would we have devoted our entire attention to Noah in the first scene, but by the end of the movie, both he and Patrick would be moving in and helping us pick out Mitchell Gold furniture, Pottery Barn accessories and a bed big enough for three.
So whether you wanna ogle Patrick Wilson for 90 minutes, or just cozy up to a good old-fashioned comedy, you could do a lot worse than Morning Glory. Like say Skyline. Eric Balfour, please, for the love of Dinoshark, give it up.
Opens today in theaters everywhere
www.morningglorymovie.com
