Hollywood is cranking out yet another Nicholas Sparks movie (The Best of Me, for those keeping track). And I would like to take this opportunity to get something off my chest: Oh my God, I cannot stand the Nicholas Sparks Hollywood perpetual motion entertainment machine.
David Germain of The Huffington Post calls Nicholas Sparks the "melodramatic machine." Machine's a good word, because it seems like he churns out dreck at an alarming rate. Worse, there's some kind of unspoken understanding that women like this crap.
Doesn't it seem like Dear John came out, like yesterday? Whatever, The Last Song is here now! And whether or not Nicholas Sparks' shmaltz will leave you weeping, Miley and co's clothes? Certainly will.