I have a strong stomach for food and movies; If it's cooked I can eat it and if it's entertaining well i can watch it. However this movie came close to me walking out on it.The only thing that kept me in my seat was the popcorn and air conditioning. Where do I start on this silliness called The Words?" First of all, the protagonist and his wife are whiny, self-centered types.He whines because he can't get a book published; she whines because he isn't all kissy-face while he's writing his opus. Oh by the way, here's something that you see in so many other movies, and it appears here: when he is unemployed, they rent a giant New York City loft apartment using what money? Of course when he gets a job in the mailroom of a publishing firm, they can afford to honeymoon in Paris, furnish the loft and keep the misses in fashion even when she is cooking in their first class kitchen.Unbelievable!The plot then plods along with more contrivances and soon pontifications on something, i'm still trying to figure out what the point is. And finally what could have been the finale, a meeting between the plagiarist and the true author of the best seller. Do we get confrontation? No.Do we get forgiveness? No.What do we get? Pointless blah, blah, blah. I gave up making sense of this movie in the first fifteen minutes; be warned,find some other thing to pass your time than this mess.
