It’s catchy enough to replace the offending song, but disappears itself in minutes with no noticeable odor, apart from the fresh scent of pine and 80’s nostalgia.
No kicking, no jabs, no headbutts or sweeps! The fighting move that everyone wants to see in an action film - but never does! - takes center stage for two solid hours in this explosive, hi-octane thriller!
But that still didn’t stop me from leaving a reminder that Iron Man 2 opens the following week. ‘Cause who knows.
Only to find that “Teeny-Weeny Panini Bikini” is already a trademarked property.
Fidel Castro plays their landlord…come on, comedy at 10 PM! It’s about time!