You know what? It wasn't good. There were almost no jokes in it, there was practically not even football in it, either. There was this romantic triangle and there was this subplot (or should I say total plot) about how, sigh, this is so tedious to even write about, about if Jim from the Office was a real war hero or not.
If you see this movie, you will not laugh, you will not have fun, and you might stop liking movies and football. I would have, but I had a good hamburger* afterwards and it fixed everything.
*What hamburger? The hamburger at La Esquina, that fake Taqueria** that I'm enemies with in SoHo, oddly.
**No, I'm not cool like you and I haven't been downstairs to the secret restaurant part. I've only had their tacos and I'm totally against those stewy messes. The hamburger, however, I applaud.
PS Something else I did this week was yesterday I went to Letterman and saw Snoop Dogg and Martha Stewart. That's what happens when you walk through Times Square open to whatever possibilities might come your way. Something that you don't know from watching his show is that Dave runs around like Iggy Pop before his show starts. Maybe I should explain that better sometime.
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I've seen Iggy Pop run around. He's so energetic for someone his age. Leatherhead is bad, eh? That's a shame.
If I could see this movie for free, with free beverage and popcorn, and I could bring the woman...would it still be not worth seeing?
Under those circumstances, I'd say only do it if you are in the mood for popcorn and a beverage.
There is nothing delightsome or enjoyable about this movie.
You know what movie about football is delightsome and enjoyable that isn't a movie at all? Friday Night Lights! You're right, Brigham, that Coach Taylor is a doll.
I don't think I said he was a doll.
But he is a role model.
Ask Collin, I've had to go all Coach Taylor on him many times these last couple of weeks.
I guess I just reinterpreted your words into language I could understand. Everyone should have a Coach Taylor in their lives.
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