claiming to have a half a case of sam adams and two quasi homo cats to laugh at.
at first i said no. i wasnt interested in getting out of my pajamas, hopping on a subway and skateboarding to her house in the hollywood hills.
but then i remembered what long time busblog reader chris c. advised me in one of my notes from yesterday. he said something to the effect that i should hang out with her and drown my sorrows.
so i offered to bring over the screener copy of Chicago and i hopped on the subway after putting on a pair of pants.
the ride was nice as the cars were packed with LA Kings fans who had just enjoyed a night at Staples Center. lots of older white guys, successful older white guys and young white guys in brand new Kings jerseys taking the subway.
i loved it.
just for kicks the universe had thrown in a few sleeping homeless people to freak everyone out.
didnt freak me out.
got off the subway at hollywood and vine and took a cab to karisa’s hidden lair. the cab cost $3.20 i gave the guy $6 and he gave me the thumbs up. we had a nice talk about how Hollywood wants to kick out all the poor. i said theres not enough rich folks to make up for it all.
the cabbie said theres a lot of rich people from overseas.
i said, no there isnt.
then me and karisa watched Chicago and to be honest with you, i dont know what the big deal is.
good parts: lots of half naked chicks in garters and stockings showing their stuff, quick cuts, good songs, good cinemetography.
but Richard Gere wasnt all that amazing. any actor could have played that role like he did. the blonde chick was good but the brunette chick wasnt even sexy.
sexiest person in the whole damn movie was Queen Latifah finally showing the world her huge bazooms.
i fell asleep several times.
even with super hot karisa with the sweet puma velour sweatpants doing cartwheels and lighting sparklers to wake me up.
so i give Chicago a B-.
raiders by 22