Okay, first off, I heard on the radio this morning that the LAPD went to Charlie Sheen's house last night to take his kids away from him. And I was all, like, he had his kids with him?! Through all this coking and whoring and doing crazy-ass rants on talk shows, he had custody of his kids?
Kind of takes things to a whole new level, doesn't it? And I'm kind of wondering at this point where the kids' mother has BEEN the past few weeks.
Oh, and this all-Charlie-Sheen-all-the-time stuff is cracking me up right now, because I KNOW that if I happen to be reading through my archives a few years from now and come upon this post, I'll be all, "who's Charlie Sheen?"
Now! On to yet another review of a movie that everybody else saw three years ago.
"Australia" stars Nicole Kidman as a woman who goes to, well, Australia (duh) before World War II to, I don't know, run a cattle ranch or something.
It could've been pretty interesting, but instead it was just overblown. Just trying too hard. And it threw every cliche in the book about Australia and aborigines and life on a ranch into the mix.
But, I don't know, I mean, it wasn't a true stinker or anything, and I actually started to get interested in it toward the end.
So I guess if you've got two-and-a-half hours to kill, there are worse ways to spend it than watching this one.
Ha! How's THAT for a tepid review? "Meh".