It’s the sort of movie that I want to spill out the plot, although, in reality, the movie is about people, damaged people, doing the sort of ill advised but human things that people do. There are elements about it that seem kind of obvious (Hunt plays a woman in her late 30s obsessed with having a baby? How totally unusual!) but these things are not dealt with in obvious ways. As a woman in my late 30s who, it must be said, is not obsessed with having a baby although I wouldn’t turn one away if it arrived at my door, I liked the acknowledgment of the fact that things like dating just get harder and harder as time goes by. Not because you’re old, but because you’ve got this life of baggage that just comes with. Single people in their 30s and 40s come equipped with scars. Weird, messed up, crazy scars, which only get worse when you try to hide them.

It’s a nice movie. A small movie, but very well done. And I gotta say to Helen Hunt, if producing, writing, directing, and starring in your own movie means that you get to make out with Colin Firth, I am totally examining a new career path. Amen, sister!

After my elegant bus ride back to Bally's, I stumbled back to my ultra deluxe accommodations at the Travelodge (conveniently located between the Henna tattoo parlor and the 7-11) where I tried to prep for day two.

Tune in tomorrow for more ShoWest Diaries including Sightings of the Beautiful and Famous!