As we witnessed Steven Seagal's impaling of a pesky fighter in Jesus formation over a sharp fence, I mentioned to Superman about the discrimination between fat women and fat men in Hollywood. He perked up when I rambled about Paul Blart and Kevin James. So, of course, we're seeing Paul Blart: Mall Cop in a couple hours. I'll confess: I want to bask in visions of a fat boy riding a scooter to fight crime in a mall. I want to belly-laugh as he runs into things, falls down, busts out of his too tight uniform and jiggles. I'll save my serious movie viewing--Doubt, Slumdog Millionaire and Milk for the weekend. Oh, and I'm reading The New Yorker again so I'm allowed a little Paul Blart. Or rather, a lot of Paul Blart.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Paul in the Mall
As we witnessed Steven Seagal's impaling of a pesky fighter in Jesus formation over a sharp fence, I mentioned to Superman about the discrimination between fat women and fat men in Hollywood. He perked up when I rambled about Paul Blart and Kevin James. So, of course, we're seeing Paul Blart: Mall Cop in a couple hours. I'll confess: I want to bask in visions of a fat boy riding a scooter to fight crime in a mall. I want to belly-laugh as he runs into things, falls down, busts out of his too tight uniform and jiggles. I'll save my serious movie viewing--Doubt, Slumdog Millionaire and Milk for the weekend. Oh, and I'm reading The New Yorker again so I'm allowed a little Paul Blart. Or rather, a lot of Paul Blart.
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