What a stoo-pid movie. I tried hard not to like it, it is so dumb, but I couldn't help but enjoy it. It was like a cross between The Dukes of Hazard/Monty Python/the Hillbillies/My Name is Earl.
I've never seen a Will Ferrell movie before. I really didn't expect to like it--obviously I have delusions of intellectualism because I also love all the Die Hard movies, the original Pink Panther movies, Planes, Trains and Automobiles. etc., etc.
And Sacha Baron Cohen, gawd, he just makes me want to curl up.
So, it seems I'm pretty easy when it comes to movies, LOL.
BUT... what is it with NASCAR? I know I know, I'm gonna get thumped, but really, if you grow up with the thrill and chill of Formula 1, why would going round and round in circles appeal? Me and DH just looked at the TV with consternation--it's like a whole bunch of mice spinning on a wheel. So they go fast. So what?