Very rarely after watching a movie do I feel regret. Valentine’s Day did it for me. It was not because it wasn’t entertaining; it was entertaining. But it was entertaining for all the wrong reasons.

I admit I was rather forced to watch this movie, although I didn’t put up much of a fight. It has Taylor Swift in it, how bad can it be? Wrong. It was terrible. And Taylor Swift made it just a bit worse. But I digress… I thought the movie was going to go a bit deeper than the clichéd boy meets girl, girl’s a phone sex operator (or guy’s already married and is cheating, or girl says yes to getting married but later says no,  or guy who’s love with his best friend, or girl who’s not ready to have sex, or elderly woman admits to infidelity, or little boy in love with girl, or guy who comes out of the closet), but alas, it didn’t. And the length of the damn thing. 2 hours! Although 2 hours was not enough time to cover each of the individual stories without each story looking like a breaking news clip, 2 hours was enough time to catch my attention and throw it away.

The way the story was set up is akin to 2006’s Crash. You know, the one about racism in L.A.? All the stories are interconnected somehow, and at the end they all come together, but for what? In Crash, it’s to show that racism affects everyone. In Valentine’s Day, however, they seem to come together just for the hell of it. And that kind of apathy is kind of how I felt at the end of the movie.