love & other drugs

Blaze 2022-04-22 07:01:05

anne hathaway and jake gyllenhaal are both terribly sexy.
When I saw their bodies, I was completely stunned and surprised (...) This is the most "meaty" movie I've seen so far.
The first 40 minutes are very sexy and happy Feeling. It
made me tangled.
Although I knew it was a comedy, I heard an old gentleman whose wife is a Parkinson's patient say to Jake, "Although I love her very much, if I had to choose again, I would not choose She. Her illness will take away all your love for her." I still feel a sigh. Are there a lot of torment in our lives for those in our lives who
never leave their disabled or seriously ill spouses?
The reason is probably that the original love has become the responsibility now.

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Love & Other Drugs quotes

  • Jamie Randall: [Last lines] I used to worry a lot about who I'd be when I grew up. You know, like how much money I'd make or, umm, like some day I'd become some big deal. Sometimes, the thing you want most doesn't happen. And sometimes, the thing you never expect does. Like giving up my job in Chicago and everything and deciding to stay and apply to med school. I don't know. You meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person and your life is changed... forever.

  • California Man: Parkinson's, right?

    Jamie Randall: Oh, no. No.

    California Man: No, your wife.

    Jamie Randall: Girlfriend. Stage One.

    California Man: Good days and bad days, huh?

    Jamie Randall: Mostly good days. You?

    California Man: Wife. Since '73. Stage Four.

    Jamie Randall: You got any advice?

    California Man: You don't need my advice.

    Jamie Randall: Come on. I'm very trainable.

    California Man: My advice is to go upstairs, pack your bags, and leave a nice note. Find yourself a healthy woman. I love my wife. I do. But I wouldn't do it over again. The thing nobody tells you, this disease will steal everything you love in her. Her body, her smile, her mind. Sooner or later, she'll lose motor control. Eventually, she won't even be able to dress herself. Then, the fun really begins. Cleaning up her shit. Frozen face. Dementia. It's not a disease, it's a Russian novel.