Now, Yesterday, I had the immense pleasure to be phoned by a female friend of mine, and asked out for a double feature.

I have to admit right here that I knew nothing about the films she choose, apart from the mystical line that it would be one chick flick, and one more male oriented.

So, we met up at 16.00, and had a burger at burger kings. Then, grinning halfhazardly, and being full of unspoken promise, we went to the cinema 30 minutes early, only to sit in the seats and share a few ounces of spit in a tight embrace.

The chick flick soon came into view. It was a Svene of giggling, freshfaced women from all over the city, mixed along with glasses of prosecco and icecream, mingling with an absolute disregard for the usual social status groups. The chatter was slightly like a flock of geese, abusing the local channels to the maximum, and shattering all eardrums in their reach with the constant sound of mindless squawking. Much research has to be done in order to fi8nd out what kind of verbal abuse of the eardrum women are able to induce. The cinema had about 400 seats, which where quickly filled up to the max.

when the film started, it was like nothing I had expected.

Bride wars was about one of the worst nightmares a man could be i8nduced to suffer. Multiple times, the main protagonists tried to outsmart each other, indulging in heavy trickery and pranking worthy of a 4 year old girl. The entire time, I was awestruck by the posture of the audience.

While the film clearly featured two protagonists, I was able to see that the characters got mixed results. One of them wore the protective mask of a formerly fat girl turned sucessfull superwoman / bitch, and was mostly cheered on by the regular women, who seemed to feel for her, despite her being the main antagonist. I leaned over towards my female friend, only to discover that she too was struck in awe that that girl could play by the rules that little. I saw tears running down her face, and felt utterly confiused by the ammount of ghasping, when the formerly fat lady fell prey to a diabolical plot of her former friend, which resulted in her hair being died blue. Oh my, I thought, clearly, if you died youzr hair once, you can die it again.