In honor of Feb. 29, and just for fun, let's flash back for a moment to the first horrible movie of the '10s. Take it away, Michelle Orange: "It's hard to care about the shabby treatment of the Irish, the Italian, or Amy Adams's poor, spindly ankles when one's own honor is called into question by the film's specious, finger-wagging terms. Every time an Irishman fell off of his chair or dispensed a tediously quaint piece of folklore, every time the decrepitude of Ireland's public works was asserted with a wink, and every time Amy Adams unloaded a shrill expectation that was met with abject humiliation, I felt a little more sorry for myself. Is this really what you think of me, Mr. Tucker? Is this what you think we all deserve? [...] This one's a heart-sinker, fromage of the smelliest order; I am mystified by its existence." Happy leap day!
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