On our way back from the kids' section, way at the back of the store, we passed by the new releases, and Easy A caught my eye. I'd seen trailers for it, and they'd looked promising, so I thought "sure, why not?" and added it to the pile. I figured I could watch it after the kids went to bed.
Most of the critics I've read on the subject weren't so keen on the movie. There's a lot of love for Emma Stone (who was indeed wonderful) but that's generally about as far as the praise goes. Which is a shame, because this is a clever, funny movie. The dialogue is witty, the script has some wonderful genre-savvy moments, and there's just enough ridiculous in there to change the pace every so often. There are a number of literary references, although at its heart it's a modern-day retelling of The Scarlet Letter in teen comedy guise. I'm a sucker for smart and funny (this goes for men as well as movies; unrelated, but while we're dishing...) and so I really enjoyed Easy A.
Which made me wonder yet again why so many of the movies and tv shows I love aren't well received by critics. Once upon a time I wondered if it was a reflection of my taste (or lack thereof) that an awful lot of my favourites were panned, but I've come to the conclusion it has a lot to do with the fact that I'm not a middle-aged white guy. I have my guilty pleasures like anyone else (yes, I am fully aware League of Extraordinary Gentlemen is a terrible movie and I don't care) but in general I think I just am not drawn to the same things as a middle-aged white dude. And nor should I be.
Then again, it's entirely possible I am a freak who enjoys wordplay and quick dialogue a little too much.