Friday = Movie Releases

Today more than ever I am shocked by what is coming to a theater near you. And on top of that, there is a gaping, obvious contrast between two releases in particular today. Yes, you guessed correctly: Fahrenheit 9/11 and White Chicks. Now, it's not necessarily that Michael Moore is infallible and comparing anything to his work is going to invariably make him shine with a holy light or anything like that. It's mostly that the new Wayans movie is so god-awful that anything in it's proximity looks like a cinematic masterpiece. Have I seen either flick? Um, no. Not yet. Well, for the Wayans, probably never. Ever. Unless I secretly rent it once it comes out on video. But I would never ever admit to it. Or ever ever enjoy it. EVER. So why am I bitching? The first time I saw a preview for White Chicks I was horrified. I remember turning to Matt and just letting my jaw drop. I was embarrassed for Marlon and Shawn--the thought that they ACTUALLY considered doing a picture like this...The next time I saw the preview, the audience was laughing and hooting...with excitement. I still felt sick to my stomach looking at the Mrs. Doubtfire get-up--but I will take hairy crazy Robin Williams in a fat suit anyday over those disgusting, pasty, monstrosities. Has anybody who's interested in this movie actually taken the time to LOOK at the creepy makeup job? Yes, CREEPY. These two beautiful men look like evil Barbie doll rejects. Or evil robots. With evil evil skin and lips and eyes. Makes me cringe. Yuck Yuck Yuck! So compare that to Fahrenheit 9/11, which is a documentary about stuff that George Bush and the nation did after the WTC tragedy. There is no comparison. It's gross. Now, it's a well known fact that I will do a jig of joy when Bush is finally gone from D.C. But I promise you that I am not biased. Nope, not at all. I really am freaked out by this White Chicks movie. It's like Soul Man in reverse. Blah.