Don't Read the Reviews, Janet!

I recently saw the movie, One For The Money, based on Janet Evanovich’s novel in her hit series. Here’s the blurb: Unemployed and newly-divorced Stephanie Plum lands a job at her cousin's bail-bond business, where her first assignment puts her on the trail of a wanted local cop from her romantic past.

This movie has gotten horrible reviews. I don’t know why. I enjoyed it. I thought it was great fun. I laughed out loud a number of times. And who wouldn’t want to be Stephanie caught between Ranger and Morelli? The characters were great and Debbie Reynolds as Grandma Mazur was a riot.

Some movies are meant for fun and mindless entertainment. The film doesn’t have to be a theatrical masterpiece to be worth seeing. It’s every writer’s dream to see characters from their books come alive on screen—not to mention the financial rewards. So the reviews sucked. Reviews are opinions and everyone as a different one.

One bad review tends to feed off the other too. Have you noticed that? Bad reviews seem to replicate like a virus infecting future reviews on the same movie. Hmmm. For movies and books. Maybe the reviewer secretly LIKED it but doesn’t want to admit it. If they did that, they might then appear intellectually unsophisticated.

Maybe my tastes are eclectic (warped), but I like different. I like twists and sometimes a little dark, strange and unusual. You might see that in my writing.

Don't let bad reviews stop you from seeing movies or buying books you think you would enjoy. You might miss out on something fabu lous. I ignore the bad reviews, buy the books I think I like and go to movies I think I’ll like despite the bad reviews. Do you???

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News:  I made a new sale this week to Ellora’s Cave! Yay! An erotic contemporary romance (tentative title) Spring Break XXX. I’m planning a series for this book.

Blurb: Spring Break beyond your wildest fantasies? If Justin Watkins can stop watching over his college students like Big Brother, he might convince the prim and proper Mariko Maquire to be his sex partner at the “invitation only” adult club called TropiX.
Mariko is in Fort Lauderdale on business, trying to secure new clients for her PR firm.
Abandoning prior commitments for one wickedly lustful evening—a one night stand of kinky sex—was not on her agenda.

Carter Bosworth is looking for an evening of sex games during his layover in the tropical playground. He’s a regular at TropiX and always open for a new thrill. His plans are sidetracked, but it may be to his benefit after all.

When potent heat develops between Justin and Mariko, she’s tempted into shedding her inhibitions, and an exploration in eroticism develops beyond her imagination at the fetish club.