Okay, finally getting a chance to get back to this:
Some of you may remember CFH Part I -- the circumstances: I lost a bet in the fall. My punishment, 30 chick flicks in 30 days in November with a girl I was seeing. After I got done, decided as long as I had to watch that much emasculating cinema, might as well share my reviews with the board.
CFH II was a little different. Same girl. Same type of flicks. But at least initially it was not a bet, but rather a bargain. As in I watch 30 more chick flicks with you from early Jan until Super Bowl Sunday (a cathartic testosterone-laced rebound day), and in exchange you will do...leave that to your imagination.
Negotiations were protracted, and the exact terms were the subject of some tough bargaining -- thought I was going to have to go out and commit the terms to paper and get it notarized at one point (we are actually both notaries ourselves but shockingly you are not allowed to notarize your own deals). Basically I wanted back credit for a scattering of chick flicks I had watched with her in the weeks before the deal was struck and wanted assurances that Bridges of Madison County would under NO circumstances appear on the menu. She wanted assurances that I would not field phone calls on my cell during the flicks, and that I would not adopt an air of superiority and haughtily dismiss any flick on the list. (Who me???

). We both agreed that anything we had both seen in the recent past should be off the menu as a rule (including obviously anything watched as part of CFH I). Mutually seen years ago or new for one or the other of us was preferred. We also covered the types of movies which would qualify -- I made a half-hearted effort to convince her that Last of the Mohiccans was a gloriously romantic movie with a love story at its heart -- kind of a chick flick featuring the occasional braining with a tomahawk. Irrationally, she did not go for it. Women.
So anyway the bargain was struck, with me getting back credit for 3 movies, but not a fourth which she claimed I worked through (I protested that I only glanced at a brief a few times for maybe 5 minutes total but she was firm that my attention was divided). And of course I promised to be a good boy and give the flicks all the attention they deserved.

I warmed up the night of that ugly loss the Kings had down in New Orleans with a loud and gory viewing of Conan the Barbarian -- one of the most macho movies ever made -- (shockingly she declined my invitation to join me) and thus fortified for the long haul, we were off!
So without further ado: The Chick Flick HolocaustPart II baby!!!