A viewing of the moderately sweet (I'll decide what's "very funny," thank you, TBS) Serendipity on basic cable left me wondering two things. Firstly...why was there a need for this movie? (I think I liked it better the first time when it was called Sleepless in Seattle.) Secondly...if John Cusack and Jeremy Piven both showed up at my door, both bearing flowers and declaring undying love for me, what would I do? Who would I choose?
John's the it-actor of my generation. From an implausibly geeky turn in Sixteen Candles (who was he kidding?) to being the only good thing about Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, from Say Anything's Lloyd Dobler to the hit-man-turned-courter-of-Minnie-Driver in Grosse Point Blank...I love him more in every movie. Perfect blend of sensitivity and caustic, sarcasm and sincerity, humor and heart.
But then there's Jeremy. Underrated, in possession of great talent that always gets sidelined in favor of spotlight on the romantic lead. Always winking, funny in a much more manic way than his best friend from Chicago, John. He is always-and-forever how I'll think of Cupid, a little frustrated himself by his consignment to playing the sidekick, the comedy relief who's deserving of and more than ready for his close-up...I relate to him so solidly it's frightening.
And would I dare to pit the two homies against each other in a duel of wits for my love? Um, maybe. But that doesn't mean I'm proud of it.