27 Dresses: I'm hanging with two of my good peeps. We've each got a glass of a lovely port. The kids are all tucked into their respective beds and the husbands are buried in their respective dens. And on pops 27 Dresses. Just the right kind of movie for just that night. Not taxing mentally. Amusing in a chick flick kind of way. Slightly unjustified ending. Totally predictable. Just right. (Although, for the record, I don't find James Marsden in the least attractive. Katherine Heigl needed a better looking leading man.)