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!”
Okay?
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…
6 comments:
so she lives, but now she has no money? i'd rather be dead.
-gray cloud
"anyone who says money can't buy happiness doesn't have it."
-Ben Affleck as Jim Young in Boiler Room
Who the f*** is Gray Cloud? Do you know this ass?
Do I know Gray Cloud? Intimately. Let me tell you a little something about Gray Cloud that, upon reflection, might make you feel a little better. Gray Cloud sits in front of his computer in his boxers making lists of all the ways he can freak people out, listening to Evanescence and wishing he was Lester Burnham. Gray Cloud wears designer suits that cost more than your hatchback, but only when he has really busy days, like picking up his prescriptions from Lens Crafters and getting his photo taken with 38 year old porn stars. Gray Cloud doesn’t want anyone to know that he occasionally listens to Faith Hill and secretly possesses a surprisingly frequent good mood, because if the world suddenly became aware that he wasn’t nearly as creepy, nearly as dangerous or nearly as twisted as he wants them to think, he’ll find out once and for all that…wait for it…the world never actually cared in the first place.
well said my dear beth. but i don't listen to faith hill. michelle branch maybe, but not faith.
-gc
Ouch! How's that new asshole feel, Gray Cloud?
i have to say that i'm a fan. the man smells good and orders a mean drink. keep up the good work, gc.
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