My 16 year-old sister suckered me into seeing “The Vow” on Friday night by saying Channing Tatum was an 100 percent better actor than Ryan Reynolds and Taylor Lautner.  In honor of Valentine’s Day, I forced myself to see this amnesic chick flick. Though totally predictable, cutesy and not great, I enjoyed the movie and actually chuckled a few times.

“The Vow” follows the love of Paige (Rachael McAdams) and husband Leo (Channing Tatum).  The lovebirds seem to have everything going for them until one snowy night when Paige decides to unbuckle her seatbelt just in time for the couple’s car to be rear-ended.  Predictably, Paige is torpedoed headfirst through the windshield in slow motion.  The slow-mo coverage was really unnecessary, and more fitting for a sporting event.  Leo sustains only a few scratches, but Paige suffers a brain injury and is placed in a medically-induced coma.

After waking up from her coma, Paige discovers that her memory of the past few years is completely erased and she can’t remember that she’s an artist, a vegetarian or that she has a husband named Leo.  The last thing Paige recalls is being engaged to another man!  Oh, the drama! Leo has to fight for his wife and try and make her fall in love with him: “if she did it once, she can do it again.”  Shoot me now, please!

In all fairness, I did not go into this movie with high hopes.  Channing Tatum, unlike Rachael McAdams, has never been an actor that I can remember actually acting, except for his recent Saturday Night Live performance demonstrating his skills as an ex-stripper.  To my surprise, Tatum’s performance was decent, but not Oscar-winning.

All in all, I was surprised by how much I didn’t hate “The Vow.” It made a perfect back-to-back movie viewing combination with the action packed “Safe House.”  Two completely contrasting B-level movies with a tub of popcorn made for a perfect Friday night out.