Cheesy Adventures with Little Kim

One week ago:

Me: We haven't seen a movie in awhile.
Little Kim: Let's go see something really cheesy.
Me: Well, we could see, umm, let me think, uhh, how about the Olsen Twins movie?
Little Kim: So glad you said that. I didn't want to have to be the one to do it.

Little Kim is my Terrible Media Soul Sister. She is the one who will call me and say "MTV. Right now. Britney with a snake." When she comes over and I suggest we watch the Baywatch: E! True Hollywood Story, she doesn't blink an eye. When I confess I really, really liked Varsity Blues, she doesn't judge. And yes, we saw Crossroads together. In the theater.

So after finding the one theater in all of Manhattan showing New York Minute after 5:30pm, we bought our tickets and settled in for a long 90 minutes last night. It was entertaining. We chuckled. I don't remember what we chuckled at, because it was that forgettable. Andy Richter and Eugene Levy were still amusing even though they had very little to work with. And as always, Mary-Kate and Ashley were pretty, pretty little aliens I couldn't take my eyes off of.

At least Little Kim and I had each other. The poor girl a few rows ahead (of the 6 people total in the theater), was all by herself. With her tattoos and her punk rock hair and makeup, something told me she wouldn't be telling anyone she had been there. While we waited for the movie to start, I pulled out my little Pucca notebook and scrawled "She LOVES the Olson twins. SECRETLY." Little Kim cracked up.

When the movie was over, we agreed it was terrible, but better than Crossroads. Come to think of it, I have no idea why we never went to go see Gigli together. Oh well, I'll have her over some night and we'll rent it.