So, of course they dressed her up as a pageant winner, per Miss Congeniality, which is actually a pretty good movie. Dear Benjamin Bratt: WHERE ART THOU. I'm sure plenty of guys would choose him, too.
FIFTY. FIFTY YEARS OLD. I don't look like that and I am not even forty.
I hope she'd had a few. That always seems to make these things easier, and yet also more embarrassing. Also, we need to discuss the rumor that Chris Evans might be pursuing her. I am SO ON BOARD WITH THAT. He's Captain America, Sandy. Do it for your country.
Nary an awards show shall pass without celebs taking selfies. That's not a criticism; I just watched the Tonys right before writing this, and Hugh Jackman was all about the Backstage Selfie, so it was on my mind. This dude is in the military, so HOORAY, good sir, selfie it up all you want.
There are parts of Two Weeks' Notice that are so embarrassing and unwatchable to me -- like the traffic scene where she gets Stomach Distress; it's SO CRINGEWORTHY -- but then other parts are so charming and funny. It's when I really learned that Hugh Grant is better as an overgrown jerk man-child than a foppish romantic lead.
Speed 3: Booze Control
Man, McConaughey looks tired...
... or something.