Ahhh...you make a good point. And who HASN'T seen it?!
Me. I haven't, and really have no interest in seeing it. But that was all covered in another post.
My dream date would involve Miss Knightley watching my stand-up routine kill. Then, after meeting me backstage, we would hop in my TVR Tuscan and tear off for a late dinner at Bern's Steakhouse. The serenity of the evening would be broken by the appearance of Fred Durst. He would make some rude comment about Keira and I would be forced to pummel him and leave him bleeding in a nearby dumpster. (Dream, remember?) Then, she would doctor my hands with kisses whilst we sit on the beach, looking at stars, talking of children and summer homes.
Not that I've really thought about it.