Last night I saw "Sahara" or "Crest Whitestrips: The Movie". Despite the efforts of many nefarious Africans intent on making the world uninhabitable for their fellow citizens (which is what all Africans do, all the time), Matthew McConaughey just kept living, Steve Zahn just kept the lovable stoner act up (what is he, pushing 40? (tm)) and Penelope Cruz just kept being Penelope Cruz (beautiful to point of being weird-looking).
Sadly, none of the 800 screenwriters they had attached to the project could come up with any good dialogue, but people saying dumb things and MM posturing as the Messiah kept us rolling in the aisles when we weren't falling asleep. The film was another upstanding example of a giant movie with a huge budget and a shitty script and a lot of naive and offensive ideas about anyplace that's not America. Maybe that's why comedy is so hard-- because crap like this is providing us with so many laughs that it makes for some tough competition in the giggles market.
I also drank a total of 3 beers while walking around West Van and downtown. For some reason that felt much more illicit than walking through the city streets smoking a joint. Probably because of all the seats the Marijuana Party won a couple weeks ago.
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You know what they say: j.k. drinking beer.
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