My birthday rolls around this week, and what movie is opening on the anniversary of my illustrious birth? Something with the gravitas of the soon to open Oscar contenders? Close.
The movie of which I speak? Beverly Hills Chihuahua.
Yeah, the one with the talking dogs. That's right, not just one, but a whole (pardon the pun) kennel of them.
I know, it is a perfect companion to me getting another year older. And it certainly does scream festive. A feel good family romp. I'm glad that instead of working on curing cancer, we've decided as a society instead to focus our energies on striving to make talking pooches look more realistic.
If my eyes rolled any harder as I type this, they'd fall out. The arts, I weep for you.
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