non-typical movie review: Nine.

I put on my good bra this morning and met my mother at the movie theater to see the movie "Nine."



It was entertaining enough, not deep, just entertaining.

Right here is where my review might come in handy to you, my friends:

If you're planning on seeing "Nine" with a female, just put on a little makeup and wear a good bra, because the women in this flick are gorgeous and they really will make the average mom/wife/girlfriend look, shall we say, "pale."

If you're planning on dragging the man in your life with you, trowel that makeup all over your face, outline your eyes in lots of eyeliner and wear your corset, 'cause he's gonna want to continue this movie when ya'll get home.

I haven't seen that many boobs since the last time I watched C-Span!

Watch this, see what I'm talking about:



Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm, lots of cleavage.

So if you're interested in a little "action," don your pretty skivvies and drag your Neanderthal to see this movie with you.

If you're not in the mood (ha, ha, excuse me while I count all the hands up in the air wildly waving at me), take your mother or your sister or your girlfriend to see it.

Then promise yourself it's time to go on a diet and buy yourself a good push-up bra.