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For the final edition of Out and About movie reviews, I chose to review a movie. Hmmm. Sorry nothing to amazing there. I was actually in Seattle the whole weekend, without my car which meant I was a bit limited in my choices. As tempting as it is to wander around downtown Seattle after dark, I didn't travel far. I saw the Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore picture, The Wedding Singer. Irony was here. The reason why I was in Seattle was to see a wedding of my family friend, and longtime bath-mate, Kristen. So congratulations, have fun, and sorry, but no more baths....that we talk about. Hee hee. Yep, I'm a pervert, but I'm on TV and there ain't a damn thing you people can do about it. So anyway, back to movies, The Wedding Singer. It was pretty funny, I enjoyed it, and think people who like Adam Sandler will enjoy it. So goodnight everyone, I'm done....what the, oh well that just sucks, you want a longer review than that. For god's sake man I'm not getting paid. You son of a.....ok, Adam gets his heart broken when his bride to be doesn't show up at the wedding. As a wedding singer, Sandler meets Drew Barrymore, doing the catering for the weddings. They hit it off, but there is one problem, Drew is getting married in a couple of weeks . Oh well. You guessed it though, eventually Barrymore and her man split because Drew and Adam love each other. Isn't that sweet. My noble solution to it would be, forget monogamy, have a gigantic orgy, and sleep with anyone of the opposite sex, that is close to you. If we could all live by rules like that it sure would be a lot more fun. But enough preaching. Wedding Singer is a movie that takes place in the eighties, filled with comedic reference to the good ol days. The big hair, the silly bands, and the men wearing make up. Now that you mention it that sounds more like a George Michael and Ellen Degenerate hangout, but oh well. Nuttle. The nape of the neck...and coincidentally a great way to meet women. Excuse me, you, miss, may I lick your nuttle. I don't even know where that came from, I think it's called fun with dictionaries when I was writing this. I don't really know what the hell to say, this might not be one of the better movie reviews of all time, but hey, it's done, it's almost dead week, and I'm out of energy. If anyone wants to gimme some crack or something to wake me up, lemme know. So that's it, wedding singer gets a 7. Decent movie, but not his finest. Everyone have a great summer, that's it. Last updated: Thursday, March 20, 2008 02:45:23 AM |