Queen Latifah is considering running for the Senate. Apparently, there is a God. First of all, I’ve been remiss in my failing to alert you to how much Last Holiday rocked my world. Since people laughed in my face as they refused to go see this movie with me, I went to an 11am Daly City Sunday showing alone, with my Snapple and my sweatpants.
I’ve loved Latifah since the beginning of time, but fell in deep lesbian love with Living Out Loud. So come hell or high water, I was seeing this cheeseball flick and I don’t care who knows it. .
The premise of Last Holiday is the story of a quiet, reserved, “big boned” woman obsessed with cooking shows. Working at a fictional “Macy’s” equivalent, Latifah develops the hardcore hots for her obscenely foxy co-worker, LL Cool J, until she discovers she has a brain tumor and mere weeks to live. She decides to go to the Czech Republic on one last holiday, to blow her savings see her celebrity chef hero, Gerald Depardieu.
Um, hello? This is Spots’ personal version of heaven.
I think we all know that Latifah doesn’t die. And I think it’s pretty obvious the chubby girl hooks up with Cool J at the end, when he comes to rescue her and proclaim his undying love. Please. I sat through the whole thing shoving popcorn in my mouth grinning from ear to ear.
But you guys, listen up. Predictable as it is, this is movie is seriously enjoyable. All of the supporting characters are wonderful, especially that philandering Depardieu, and you can’t help but get caught up as Latifah discovers her joie de vivre and makes friends with unsuspecting international socialites along the way.
At one point during the film, one of my fellow theatergoers shouted out, “Go ahead, Miss Teefie!”
I think that should be her campaign slogan. Because all she’d need to do to get anyone to vote for her would be to screen this gem.
Queen Latifah for Senator. Yes, America. You heard right. True or not, this is a brilliant idea. Get me Penny Marshall, find me some stretch satin and let’s make this movie…