"The Family Man" is an example of a movie that is way better than it has any right to be.
This movie should be terrible, and it somehow balances remarkably well. It's like watching one of those fools who walks the perimeter of a skyscraper just for the gram.
There should be at least a 2:1 ratio of peanut butter to jelly, but no more than a 4:1 ratio. The only exception to this rule is if one is using *two* end pieces of bread (rare, obvi) and even then, jelly should still not exceed 40%.
Grape jelly will always be the standard, but strawberry is permissible. Apricot and other variants are needlessly deviant and reflect an absence of stability.
Crunchy peanut butter is chaotic. Fancy pb is too fussy. Smooth, generic pb is the standard.
Donβt buy the fancy peanut butter from Trader Joeβs, Whole Foods, etc. Yes, it is healthier, but youβre making a damn PB&J. Youβre already rolling the dice with your cholesterol; you might as well have the fatty shit and enjoy life a bit.
Sorry, not to be an asshole, how do you remake Whitney Houston's performance in this?
I'm not necessarily opposed to "reimaginings", but sometimes, with some originals, ya gotta leave it alone.
I'm lucky to have grown up in an era of movies where there was so much originality and verve in big studio projects. I feel like younger folks are getting the short end of the stick with attempts at microwaving the movies we had.