With a glad heart (and perhaps a fever), Dish sat down to watch Righteous Kill, starring fabulous OMPs Robert De Niro and Al Pacino (FYI--the leather jackets = automatic enhancer of kewl!). This extravaganza begins with a montage of measuring "whose is bigger." B&A compete in shooting, chess, chasing bad guys but they're brothers who love the badge and the gun, especially the big, hot sweaty gun. I knew one of them would be schtupping a too-young babe and that's when goddess Carla Gugino appeared, egging on Bobby to do it to her harder. The little vixen has been flashing her wherewithal all over since playing the mom in Spy Kids. Wonder if she's afraid of being typecast as the good girl? In any case, Bobby and Al drop tons of F bombs, threaten 50 Cent, call everyone a bunch of Mother-Fellas and play pranks to bring down a vigilante killer. The ending was a flipping over of Heat, though you don't have the cool soundtrack. In fact, this film is as deadly as up-close-and-personal cat flatulence. Nothing could dampen my spirits, especially since I received a nice thank you note from Shirley MacLaine. Well, her assistant wrote it. And he invited me to visit her website. I did just that. But there was nothing about me.
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