Chick flicks on planes

I enjoy many chick flicks - I have a hard time changing the channel when You've Got Mail is on (which it always is) and allowed When Harry Met Sally persuade me to believe, for a brief moment, that Billy Crystal doesn't always make me want to rip my eyeballs out of my skull - but James Parker goes further and argues that the world would be a better place if everyone was forced to watch What Women Want and Something's Gotta Give, preferably on a plane, preferably a little drunk -

Here the moviegoer sticks sourly and soberly in his or her demographic bracket, and the films of writer-directors Nora Ephron and Nancy Meyers are dismissed as “chick flicks.” But would the world be a better place if everyone who queued up this summer to see Inglourious Basterds had been treated instead to a surprise screening of Ephron’s Julie & Julia? After the initial bloodletting, I think it probably would.

Alright, alright, I saw Julie & Julia and it was absolutely fantabulous so I don't really chafe at Parker's suggestion, but his article does highlight a pretty disheartening fact - What Women Want made $374 million worldwide making it one of the most successful movies directed by a woman. Ughhhh...

Parker has nothing poor to say about the movie so as an antidote here is a recent synopsis from a recent Cracked.com article -

According the lady-thoughts of this movie, most women are either:

A. Mindless, shallow shells of nothingness; their empty skulls filled with sleepyheaded flies lolling around musing banalities such as whether or not they left the coffee pot on, or

B. Obsessed, either positively or negatively, with Mel Gibson. His butt, his sorry attitude, his crotch. All Mel, all the time. It's like a Jewish nightmare inside the heads of the women in this movie. The only way our leading lady distinguishes herself is by managing not to immediately fall for the guy who coined the phrase "Sugar Tits." Of course, when she finds out that he's been reading her mind without letting on that he was literally reading her mind, she melts like warm, implausible butter.

Marisa Tomei is real cute in the movie, though.