Speaking of funny guys acting woefully serious, I also watched Spanglish (hey, it's Friday night, and I roll right up to the roof, my friends). I really love Adam Sandler even though I feel like I shouldn't sometimes (I never saw Little Nicky, but that doesn't save me from the nightmares). He's just so very great in Punch Druck Love. And he was great in this one too. It's a little sad the lengths they went to to make you hate Tea Leoni (and ironic since her husband was probably stepping out while she was filming. Oy. That whole Red Shoe Diaries thing? One mystery solved).
The thing I don't get about Spanglish is why the car-ride scenes looked so fake. I mean, James L. Brooks, Adam Sandler, Tea Leoni -- hell, even Cloris Leachman (who is awesome, btw) should rate better green screen. And it's not like they are only in the car once. Yikes.
I know you're waiting to hear whether I managed to get Bones on Tuesday. That's a negative. Apparently if you have all the discs in a season in your Netflix queue, in order, and the first disc isn't available, it skips them all. So Wednesday I had a nice season one ender of Magnum. I yi yi. Thank goodness I thought to pick up a little Red Green at the library.
