Oh, Manchester, So Much To Answer For

Another Saturday, which meant good time spent with Chas (don't hate him because he's beautiful, hate him because he works for the city of Virginia Beach). After some blissfully aimless meandering around Sandbridge, we went to Cinema Cafe to finally see Bringing Down the House, which we both found riotous. I love Steve Martin in nearly anything, and he didn't disappoint here. Queen Latifah is marvelous onscreen; she just has prescence. And Eugene Levy is the whitest man alive, and I mean that as a compliment. Hearing him utter the line "You got me straight trippin', boo!" is worth the price of admission alone (I know it's in the trailer, but it's all about the context). Was this life-changing film? No. But it was awfully funny - and wait'll you see Joan Plowright. [Yes, it had a cheesy ending. But what else would you expect, really?]