A startling realization
came when last Saturday I sat down to watch Nacho Libre after a barbecue at a friend's house for the first time since I had dressed up as Nacho himself to see the movie on opening day.
The movie really isn't that great.
Perhaps the people I was with, getting to curl Ricky Huizar's hair, or stuffing a pillow down his shirt so he would look like a fat Mexican kid made it good for just that one time. But I sadly wouldn't recommend the movie to anyone.
1 comment:
that shouldn't be a 'startling' realization.
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