Lounging on the couch as per doctor's orders, and the only Netflix movie in the house at the moment is Guess Who with the brilliant comedic stylings of one Mr. Bernie Mac and the lesser funniness of one Ashton "Punkety punk punk'd" Kutcher. Not half bad, not half good, but not even comparable to the original in which one Sidney Poitier is the dinner guest, at the house of his lady Katharine Hepburn. I am re-watching the last few chapters of Guess Who because I missed the part that explains why Ashton quit his job in the first chapter. Bernie mumbles something about Ashton's boss telling him not to marry Bernie's daughter à cause de the color of her skin, but I want to see how that information was transferred to Mr. Mac. I adore Bernie, but am not a fan of Kutcher, so I can take a pass on this movie altogether if I get to repeat this life.
Last night Hubby and I watched Cursed, which is a werewolf movie. Totally cheesy, but anything with Christina Ricci is worth one viewing by the Poppy household. Prozac Nation was a much better film for Ms. Ricci (and not because we get to see her sit naked on her bed while Jessica Lange comes in with ciggy dangling from her lips and takes the carpet up off the floor so that Christina dahling can pack it up for Hahvahd). I love cheesy scary movies, B Horror being my absolute favorite. Anybody with me on that?