The Holiday starts off well enough with Kate Winslet, relegated to the sad-sack role of a woman who slept with the boss, was cheated on, and then proceeds to think of nothing but him, hoping of the day that he'll finally come to his senses and fall in love with her. But he decides to marry another woman while giving her as many mixed signals as possible.
Then the crap spews out as Cameron Diaz arrives on the scene. She plays a stupid career-obsessed bitch who is unlikable and has a stick up her ass, much like Cameron Diaz. When she appears on screen, she immediately begins screaming at her boyfriend, who's been sleeping on the couch, goading him into admitting his infidelity... Apparently he's been working late. Despite his eventual admission of cheating, I side with the poor man. My girlfriend can't believe it and wonders why.
1. It's Cameron Diaz. That boney cunt harridan is the most unlikable person on the screen. Not since In Her Shoes (only months before) has Diaz played such a stupid and unlikable waste of skin.
2. As her boyfriend points out, she spends all her time working, has no interest in love or even sex, and her obsession with her career of movie trailer editing (which I have a hard time believing is the 24-hour-per day chore that they make it out to be) prevents her from being anything but a whining bitch machine.
3. She's a manipulative whore who is totally emotionally closed off.
Now, why would I give a damn if this person's being cheated on? I'd be more than likely to give the guy a high-five and congratulate him. This is not a girl I would be friends with. In all liklihood, I would pour gasoline on her face and set it on fire.
Now that we've established that I'm not fond of Cameron, back to the plot: with her cheating man out of the house, Diaz feels the need to escaping her suffocating life of shallow L.A. self-indulgence.
The two women trade their homes over the internet and you arrive at the premise: Winslet lives it up in the L.A. mansion and learns to love; Diaz hates the country cottage until she bones Winslet's brother, Jude Law, and eventually finds love in her own retarded way.
Along the ride, the two each find that part they've been missing of themselves and resist the temptation to fall back into their previous lives, though you never really believe that Cameron could make the 180 with so little effort and actual interest. But she does, despite all logic and the movie careens along in a slow-motion yawn. As you might imagine, everything else is fairly retarded and entirely predictable. Despite the fact that there are plenty of fairly amusing and enjoyable romantic comedies out there, this one paints by the numbers while generally failing in all areas of interest, leaving nothing but a hollow and vapid viewing experience.
