In between Tribeca and Cannes, I made a pitstop in Hometown, Ontario to visit the mother and siblings as I’ll be missing Mother’s Day and both my siblings’ birthdays while away.
I was there for about 18 hours, but spent 2 of it finally seeing if Richard Roeper was right about Forgetting Sarah Marshall (he wasn’t. it was decent, but no Knocked Up/Superbad and CERTAINLY not one of the best comedies of all time). This also gave me the opportunity to harass my almost 16 year old sister, who started working at the local movie theatre a few days ago. We taped it, and I’m posting it, mostly just to continue embarrassing her as I’d imagine it’s not too interesting to anyone else.