Let's start with this little gem.
Guys, if you haven't seen this yet you are in for a TREAT! You see, Matthew McCornholehey just can't commit!!! He can't do it! Maybe he's been hurt by his possibly African American fiancee' dying years ago? Maybe not. I don't want to spoil it. But dang it all if that grown man doesn't live with his PARENTS!!!! AND his dad is a football commenter! His parents are ready for some private Cialis moments so they hire Sarah "Tell us how old you are by stomping your leg" Broderick to get that boy oh you tea of the house! That's her job by the way. A professional get men to move out of their parents house-isiologist.
The funny thing is she accidentally falls in love with him! Oh don't worry.....he finds out her real ways and makes a big dinner to trick his parents and My Friend Flicka and really gives it to them. Kind of a waste of what looked like a gourmet dinner if you ask me but that's none of my business.
Anyway, I won't spoil the ending but let's just say you should get your hankies ready because I think a certain blond surfer boy MIGHT just finally let down his guard and let her in.
BONUS FEATURE: You see Terry Bradshaw's bare buttocks for a full 30 seconds. If THAT doesn't reel you in I guess you just hate film.
Stay tuned for a review of National Treasure 2! Guess what. Speaking of National Treasures, Nick Cage has still got it!
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I was going to watch this, but instead I decided to stab myself in the eyes with an icepick over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over
Interestingly enough that almost EXACTLY what watching it felt like. Jason and I kept exchanging looks then towards the very end Jason accidentally laughed at a line of dialogue and then looked at me with shame and terror. I think he was just worn down from the previous seemingly millions of hours of that nightmare.
Have you considered a career as a film critic? Seriously.
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