When I was a youngster, there was a very popular, clever and funny disc jockey on one of our radio stations.
One holiday season, the newspaper did a feature story on him. Among its details, it described the upscale neighborhood in which he lived, including that it had some homes which had some of the most elaborate Christmas decorations in the city.
The DJ, however, in keeping with his weird sense of humor, had nothing on his house or lawn, except an electric sign which said, "See our exhibit across the street."
I'm tempted to say here, with regard to my feelings about this flick, "See the prior comment entered by 'don-249'."
I assume that Don is male also. He doesn't say how he came to watch this picture, obviously aimed (as the book genre on which it's based) at the ladies. In my case, it was a Monday morning where I was beat from a weekend which had a lot of unexpected, long work hours, instead of a trip we'd planned - so vegged-out for a couple of hours. This film was beginning, and like some of these Lifetime offerings, I'll watch for a bit, and then become fascinated enough to continue - "a few minutes at a time" - until all of a sudden, the two hours has elapsed.
Again, read "Don's" comments and ditto them, completely, for me.
I'd add that, of course, the leads are Canadian, the film was made in Canada, and the Lifetime Channel obviously is probably among of the top five or so elements supporting Canada's economy, with the network's movie-making there.
The lead gals were likable, but both of them, along with the neighbor (and most of the remainder of the cast) could best be summed-up a "pleasant, amiable doophuses" (or is it doophii?).
The most memorable aspect of the film, and the one facet worthy of a superlative, would be that the two neighbors' continuing "plumbing situation" has to be the lamest, most tiresome, contrived gimmick in the history of stage, film or print.
The best summation for the movie, for me, would be, "There are worse ways to spend a couple of hours."
One holiday season, the newspaper did a feature story on him. Among its details, it described the upscale neighborhood in which he lived, including that it had some homes which had some of the most elaborate Christmas decorations in the city.
The DJ, however, in keeping with his weird sense of humor, had nothing on his house or lawn, except an electric sign which said, "See our exhibit across the street."
I'm tempted to say here, with regard to my feelings about this flick, "See the prior comment entered by 'don-249'."
I assume that Don is male also. He doesn't say how he came to watch this picture, obviously aimed (as the book genre on which it's based) at the ladies. In my case, it was a Monday morning where I was beat from a weekend which had a lot of unexpected, long work hours, instead of a trip we'd planned - so vegged-out for a couple of hours. This film was beginning, and like some of these Lifetime offerings, I'll watch for a bit, and then become fascinated enough to continue - "a few minutes at a time" - until all of a sudden, the two hours has elapsed.
Again, read "Don's" comments and ditto them, completely, for me.
I'd add that, of course, the leads are Canadian, the film was made in Canada, and the Lifetime Channel obviously is probably among of the top five or so elements supporting Canada's economy, with the network's movie-making there.
The lead gals were likable, but both of them, along with the neighbor (and most of the remainder of the cast) could best be summed-up a "pleasant, amiable doophuses" (or is it doophii?).
The most memorable aspect of the film, and the one facet worthy of a superlative, would be that the two neighbors' continuing "plumbing situation" has to be the lamest, most tiresome, contrived gimmick in the history of stage, film or print.
The best summation for the movie, for me, would be, "There are worse ways to spend a couple of hours."