They called this a “prequel (sort of) to The 30-something Life.” What the heck does this mean? Was it a prequel or not? How could it be “sort of” a prequel?
The premise
of this so-called “story” was all about a man weeks before the wedding getting
the jitters, and he’s writing into this hourly diary, dictating what goes on
and how he feels—like he was talking to himself. It was so poorly written that
it was like reading the rambling unfinished thoughts of a ranting lunatic. Man,
the dude sounded like a chick! Case in point: “Make a mental note to ask Emily
about my performance in the bedroom without actually asking her about it. Is
that too needy?” (82) Yes!
It also had
all these weird British vocabulary. What’s a “naff”?
This was
basically the male version of Bridget
Jone’s Diary, and I wasn’t into that movie either. In fact, I could barely
take tiny snippets of it before giving up on it.
My rating: 1 star
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