Hoy es Viernes, mi gente! Felicidades. (For the Gringos: It's Friday, my people! Best wishes.) If the weather's good this weekend, go work on your Vitamin D intake and think about the movie theaters another weekend. But, if you are like our Madame Editor and avoid the sun whenever possible, then you might very well find yourself partaking in some celluloid nourishment. However, the food (i.e., the movie options) is not outstanding but not completely unpalatable. Kind of like eating a meal in Michigan. You've ordered your meal for the week, so eat it up, suckas. Now let's hurry this along so I can get back to my global GPS tracking of the soon to be single-again-hottest-man-alive-who-is-not-Daniel-Craig.
SKIP: Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter
Because all you had to say was Vampire Hunter and I'm done. Nope. Nada. No thank you. And never fucking mind.
SEE: To Rome With Love
Not just because I knew I'd score brownie points with Senora Taunt and not just because it's Woody Allen. Well, okay, just because it's Woody Allen, yes, I will go see it. It doesn't mean I'll love it, but I'll still see it. If it's anything in the league of Midnight in Paris, then you had me at hello. Watching his films still gives me hope and it certainly reminds me that some things get better with age. Like my ability to appreciate all that he brings to the world of film. I still cannot "appreciate" Penelope Cruz though. (Important note: I felt this long before the hatred I feel for her now since she is married to Senor Sexy Bardem.)
And besides, it will keep you from having to share the theater with a bunch of Disney families crowding every seat to see Brave (wait for the midnight showing, non-pro-creators!) and it will save your from all the annoying The Office fans who thought they were coming to see a comedy with Steve Carrell. I actually enjoy his acting so much more when he's not doing the humor bits and like that he's taking a different role. However, this is not really all that doomsday despite the title.
RENT: Smokey and The Bandit
For so many reasons, I love this movie. What more could you possibly want or need than a 1977 Burt Reynolds and Sally Field hootin' and a hollerin' all over the screen? Some Jackie Gleason you say? Done. A cute basset hound and some great stunt driving scenes, too? Comic fun, it makes me feel like hitting the highway for the summer and almost makes me wish I had a Trans Am. Almost. Bring on the Burt.
Oh pardon me, you sounded a little taller on radio,
Dame Derision
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