Shall we talk about movies for a minute? Let’s shall.

Laws of Attraction looked like a pretty good movie to me when I saw a trailer for it in front of The Ladykillers a few weeks ago. It has Pierce Brosnan and Julianne Moore – probably two of my most favorite contemporary actors. Pierce has always been good as James Bond, but I thought he did a really good job in both The Thomas Crown Affair and The Tailor of Panama – admittedly, they were Bond-like characters. But I’ll forgive any performer that exudes that much effortless confidence. Callin Sean Connery, anyone?

Of course Julianne Moore turns every performance into gold. I don’t think I need to list her credentials. She’s awesome. No two ways about it.

That’s why I have a lot of hope for this flick, even though its aspirations to be a battle-of-the-sexes romp in the Tracy/Hepburn style is utterly transparent. Is this such a bad thing? Can we tolerate a little derivative storytelling if it means enjoying an adult (if light) romantic comedy? Most rom-coms these days are either sickly sweet, or their protagonists display some borderline psychotic behavior (stalking, obsessiveness, etc.) I just want to watch two well-trained actors trade witty barbs for two hours. Is that so much to ask?

Cami and I will probably see Laws of Attraction sometime tonight. We’re both taking the day off from work so we can go furniture shopping at Nebraska Furniture Mart in Omaha (don’t ask). It’s like, the biggest furniture store in 5 states, or something. And they give you free cookies at the door!

Pray for me.