Well fancy that, America. If I’ve ever seen anything fancier, I failed to be adequately impressed and eventually forgot that I saw it. Maybe I have a problem. But there’s no time for that right now, Hollywood’s been cranking out the skank while we were chatting it up, and if we’re not careful they’re going to squeeze some of that beef on by, unreviewed. Not on my watch, America.

In Theaters Now:

Alexander
Finally, the controversial story of Alexander Hamilton is coming to the big screen. Did you know he wasn’t even a president, yet he still got on our money? Crazy shit. Turns out he was banging the printer’s daughter and managed to get his face printed on some test money as a joke, only the money got out and people started spending it, so the government had to leave it that way.

The movie does a great job telling Hamilton’s tale, and portraying the disbelief among his friends when they go to spend a $10 and see the face of their shiftless, no-account buddy grinning back up at them. And try to tell me that CGI hasn’t made movies better after you see Hamilton’s half-brother Jake drive an entire horse carriage into a lake from surprise when he gets the news. In the past, we had to just imagine what a scene like that would have looked like, since in reality horses dissolve upon contact with water. But not anymore. I’d comment on the acting in the film, but since I wasn’t around 200 years ago to say what these people were really like, I have no idea if the actors did a good job or not. They could be way off for all I know. But I will say that Colin Farrell looks like about ten bucks, so I’m pretty sure he did a good job as Hamilton.

Christmas with the Crack
Tim Allen shocks us again with another bold choice, this time a weird turn as a crack-addicted dad who sells his family Christmas, and his family, in exchange for some sweet, sweet rock. Though the trailer made the movie seem more like Home Improvement by way of Requiem for a Dream, the only really funny scene is when Allen burns his face on a hot crack pipe and has to fake like he hasn’t been horribly disfigured. So be warned that while the slapstick plays funny in the trailer, it’s actually kind of sad in the context of Allen’s self-destructive downward spiral in the film. Except when he’s trying to smoke a loaf of crack out of the chimney and he falls off the roof, that shit is funny in any context.

National Treasure
Is anybody else getting sick of these goddamned Olsen twins? I don’t even think they look that much alike. If I were buying the pair, I’d ask for a discount on the one on the left. She looks like she’s been around the block a few times. But whether you think they’re the worst thing to come out of Hollywood since the Asian restaurant bird flu, or just a Nazi plot, all would have to agree it’s going a little far to call these two robo-skanks a National Treasure. That’s the kind of bullshit treasure you throw back before checking to make sure you weren’t holding the map upside down. This movie’s got no stars, and I’m not about to give it any.

The SpongeBob Squarepants Movie
Forgive me for being out of the political loop lately, I have to admit I stopped paying attention after Ronald Reagan won Idaho in 1980, and ever since then I’ve kept abreast of politics solely through the text on the back of boxes of children’s breakfast cereal. So I may be the last person on earth to realize there’s been a hit cartoon parody of Bob Dole (a Fruit Loops man, by the way) running for years, which has finally Doled its way onto the big screen.

SpongeBob Squarepants hits the former Senator hard where he lives, slamming Dole’s love of taking a bath, his proudly uncool nature, and his trademark nasally voice to equally devastating effect. Some might consider the political commentary too harsh, portraying current Vice President Dick Cheney as a bumbling, overweight starfish, and former President George H.W. Bush as a weird hooked-nosed underwater Gonzo-type thing. But I’ve always preferred my political potshots hard and straight, like a Republican in a titty bar or a shot of whiskey on ice cubes made from whiskey. Can they do that? I mean, does whiskey freeze? I can’t believe nobody’s ever thought of that before. I’ll be right back.

That’s the end, America. Get out if you don’t like it. And if you do like it, but still want to stick around for some reason, tough tits. I’m not running a youth hostel here. But one of you should stick around to hold the fire extinguisher; I’m not going to be able to sleep until I find out if frozen whiskey can still catch on fire.