Proof stars Gwyneth Paltrow, Jake Gyllenhall and (Sir) Anthony Hopkins. It is the story of a daughter (Gwynnie) and her mathematical genius father (Sir) who is becoming increasingly less predictable with age. One of the genius guy's former students (Bubble Boy) comes around and wants to see stored notebooks of work by his teacher, and along the way tries to boogie-down with his caretaker/offspring... CLASSY.
You know what else is classy? Coldplay. Why are they classy? Because they're British; but also because they make classy music. Classy music like "Yellow" (Walking on a beach in the rain professing your love for someone? CLASSY!), "Clocks" (Piano solo intro? CLASSY!), "The Scientist" (Regret over a ruined relationship? CLASSY!), "Fix You" (Organs or whatever that crap is in the opening? CLASSY!) and "Speed of Sound" (Almost identical to the classy "Clocks"? CLASSY!). Coincidentally, the classy lead singer of that classy ensemble is married the star of this very film. I mean, being married to Gwyneth Paltrow is undeniably classy; even if she did do that movie where she wore a fatsuit and dated Jack Black. She won an Oscar for a movie about William Shakespeare for crying out loud! How classy does it get? Well, this guy... but still.
And to top all of this classiness off; these two had a kid a while back and named it Apple. In truth, this is not very classy at all. I mean, there is nothing redeeming about giving your kids silly names. I can understand if you're doing the Jr/II/III/etc. thing or if you are of an ancestry that you wish to convey (not that I would care to do that, but keep on keeping on) but none of this applies to "Apple". That's just putting your kid through unneeded hardship. It's tough enough to have absurdly famous parents and financial security from birth, but...
Wait a minute.
And finally... classy, classy, classy, classy. That makes it twenty.
Oh, this movie isn't that good. Seems kind of like it tries too hard to be classy. 21!
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