Outside of the Broncos defensive effort against Kansas City, of course..You know what I wonder though? It's pretty common knowledge that Richard Gere is a Buddhist and spends a lot of time with the Dalai Lama, which you know -- whatever; if that's your chosen faith and you have the chance to keep a regular audience with your spiritual mentor, why wouldn't you take advantage of it?
But at the same time, The Dalai Lama is still a guy -- so I find it hard to imagine that even he would really want to skip out on a weekend of football to sit through like a movie like this.
But if you're the recognized leader of the Buddhist faith, and above all that sort of a Broseph (whether it's by choice or obligation) is this the sort of thing you can really get out of? In other words, if Richard Gere is moving to a new apartment and needs someone to help him schlep couches and bookshelves up the stairs --
Not that you ever want to jake your best friend or anything, but can't you just sorta see Dalai on his cell phone one day saying, "Oh geez Rich, I don't know.. I was supposed to spend some time with Cindy and the kids this weekend. Can't you just hire Two Guys and a Truck?"The Dalai Lama's kinda stuck, right?
Because honestly, besides the fact that the script for this move is based off yet another awful Nicholas Sparks novel where white people fall in love with each other on some unnamed pristine beach where no one else apparently brings their screaming kids or sets up an umbrella -- it's also apparently set in a house that looks like it should transform into a battle mecha or at least be the perfect lair for a supervillain -- except instead of doomsday weapons and henchmen, all that's inside is Diane Lane and some Motown-ish song that used to be kinda cool but now only serves as an indication that there's gonna be one of those "We're stirring salad in big bowls and dancing around with wine glasses in the kitchen in preparation for our romantic dinner later on" montages that will lead to that one conversation where there's all this chemistry but then Diane accidentally mentions his estranged relationship with his daughter, leading Gere to get up from the table and stare out the window at the ocean (you know, that move where he leans his chin on his forearm that's up against the glass) -- before she comes up next to him and apologizes, leading to a longing stare and a passionate kiss before clearing off the dinner table to get down to the soft focus porn part of the proceedings, only to have Gere stop and tell her he doesn't want to be hurt again..
At which point the Dalai Lama won't be able to help himself from blurting out in front of the entire theater,
"Jesus Christ -- Close the deal already!"
[listening to: Johnny Cash – "Folsom Prison Blues" ]