my rating: Complete full-scale holiday ornamental destruction.

what possessed me: The Cracka was unflinching in her resolve to watch this movie again, so we rented it despite the fact that, knowing her love for the film, I’d already gifted a copy to her years prior.

what i learned: Thankfully, Ryan Reynolds is no Eddie Murphy. No, no. Put that wacky whiteboy in a fat suit, and you have comedic gold. Then again, take him out of the fat suit, and you still have comedic gold. The suit is not made of gold. Just fat. Anyway, I’m prepared to say this movie has the greatest credit sequence in the history of cinema. Also, Anna Faris is more than a little bit awesome. However, things are a little iffy once a viewing experience leads you down the road to giving Van Wilder another try and/or checking out The House Bunny.

you may also enjoy: Another notable under-everyone’s-radar comedy, Overnight Delivery. And Blade: Trinity if you want to know how desperate Reynolds is to prove he’s not really fat.

tangential thought: If Canadians had any sense at all, they’d made Ryan Reynolds the king of their realm. Luckily, they have no sense at all.

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