That's what the teenaged ticket window dude said when my uncle went to buy three tickets for Role Models. I knew family date night was off to a great start. The joy of being taken for a student was enough to erase any sadness I felt about going to the movies with my aunt and uncle on a Saturday night in New Jersey.Role models won out over Quantum of Solace after a friend of mine had this to say about the latest Bond film "I am not sure if the lack of any real drama in the movie made it boring or beautiful"...uhh pass, Role Models it is.
Role Models with its base humor and cheap laughs once again proved that the New York Times should no longer be allowed to review movies. That liberal, elitist rag has no clue what is entertaining to real, main street, Americans.
You might remember it was that hateful A.O. Scott, in the employ of the New York Times, who panned 27 Dresses (a perfectly lovely film) and then sent me into the 2 hours of torture that was Don't Mess with the Zohan. Well this time it was Scott's similarly out of touch colleague Stephen Holden who tried to dissuade me from a night of real laughs by calling Role Models "the newest entry in the increasingly worn-out 'boys will be babies until they are forced to grow up' school of arrested-development comedies".
Turns out, 'boys being babies" is really f-ing funny sometimes. What part of a using ambien as an aphrodisiac and endless jokes about boobies and other lady parts isn't funny? Loosen up New York Times.
Date weekend with my aunt and uncle continues this evening with a romantic dinner at a lovely country restaurant. Just the three of us.
