Who the hell do I blame for keeping damn secrets from me?

I just finished watching "About Time" a new time travel romcom from Richard "Notting Hill" Curtis starring quite a few familiar faces, as well as Rachel McAdams playing again, for a third time: The Time travellers Wife.

It's an understated fetish, but if she keeps trying to be cast as Time traveller's wives then they, the industry, will keep making time travel movies for Rachel to be in, which is superb in anyone's books.

(Relevance? Shit. Rachel played the time traveller's wife in Midnight in Paris. How's that relevance for you? I get no respect.)