cheers


When I'm feeling a bit down, sometimes I can cheer up by watching films in which the protagonist is much worse straits than I am.

Here are two women I have determined NEVER to be:  Bridget Jones (Bridget Jones' Diary), and Nora Wilder (Broken English).  Depressed, narcotic, and desperate.  And lame.  Why didn't Nora go to Paris on a wild adventure with that French dude while she had the chance?