Awright, so it was a throw-away movie – but it was a good throw-away movie. Bernie Mac continues to grow on me. I dig his show – except for the parts when anyone but him is on screen and talking – got to figure a film where he doesn’t have to be nice and fatherly will be great.
I wasn’t entirely wrong.
For the record, can I state that I despise most dagos and particularly those who wear velour tracksuits and gold chains? Filthy spaghetti slurping swine.
I look back at my Mr. 3000 experience happily: I got to drink beer, eat wings and watch a baseball movie. That is the textbook definition of a good night.
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