Normally, I keep my romance writing “thing” away from my six foot five, alpha male husband, but Saturday I wasn’t feeling normal. I wanted to see One for the Money, a movie adaptation of Janet Evanovich’s novel. I wanted to see it badly. My daughters and girlfriends were busy, so I twisted the arm of my other half.
What can I say? He likes my cooking. He agreed to go. There are no tanks, or cowboys in the story, so I kept telling him it would be funny. It was my only hope. My stomach twinged as I imagined his response to Stephanie Plum, the bumbling, kick-ass bounty hunter.
I think I patted his arm one too many times, because he began to furrow his brows. “It’s not like The Black Swan is it?.”
“Ugh, no.” I winced, wondering how he would respond to the steamy Ranger character.
“And it’s a love story?”
“Yeah, kinda. There’s one heroine and two,” I coughed, “handsome heroes, and…”
But his response to the movie surprised me. He laughed at all the funny spots and cracked up when the Grandmother shot the turkey. In short, he thought the characters were great and enjoyed the zany plot.The finances of the bond company irked him, but that’s a minor detail.
I enjoyed the movie, but not as much as the book. Evanovich brings her characters to life, so brilliantly they live in my head long after the story is over. On the screen, I found them two dimensional. But that’s me. Make no mistake, I did enjoy the movie. I recommend it and would give it 7 stars (on a scale of 10).
So why am I writing about this? My movie date reminded me that good writing transcends genre. It reaches out and captures the heart and imagination. …and in Evanovich’s case –the funny bone.
One for the Money – Movie Trailer on You Tube