Typically proud of the fact

Typically proud of the fact that I enjoy foreign films (except
Brazilian), I may have to recant. He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not was bizarre. I
was; however, introduced to a new form of mental illness: erotomania. I found it
frightening to think that someone could wreak such terror in one's life. It was
well acted and quite believable. So, Audrey Tautou was convincing and scary. I
wouldn't call it romantic as the description on the back of the DVD cover did. I
would have called it a psychological thriller, something I am definitely not
into. I have enough of my own issues to deal with. I have forever teased K about
preferring movies with a fairy tale ending, but after this, I am all for the
stupid J-Lo "Housekeeper in Hoboken," girl-gets-the-rich-man shtick. I am not
sure I will follow that entertainment superstore guy's advice anymore. Perhaps
he liked that movie for a reason....