Like nearly every movie I’ve watched that stars Channing Tatum, this was much better than expected. It was free of poop, gratuitous sex, and possibly profanity (my filter isn’t very good in that realm anymore) and was populated with solid actors (I went home and looked up all of them, saying repeatedly, “Oh yes! I remember him/her!”) and interlocking stories. Though some of the plots fell apart upon reflection, ultimately this was just a tremendously nice movie, which I mean in the best possible way.
Cost: $10.50 (I know! But Channing Tatum calls.)
Where watched: Regal Fox Tower. It was me and one other guy and that was it. I can’t even remember the last time I was so alone in a theater.
ps. This movie has a forgettable title and probably the worst poster I’ve seen all year.