Who doesn’t like lasagna? Vegatarians? Got em covered with spinach lasagna. People cutting back on red meat? Three cheese lasagna. I’m pretty sure this is what the Israelites called Manna.

Foul, repugnant, smelly…did I mention foul? It tastes like watered-down Milk of Magnesia and has the same effect if you drink enough. The vanilla flavored is better, but that’s kind of like saying beetles taste better than roaches.

It’s horrible for you. It has more fat, sodium and carbs than fried salt. It tastes nothing like Italian food. The pasta isn’t even real macaroni, it’s this strange, straight macaroni that doesn’t curl, but who cares? It should replace milk on the food pyramid.

“Dani California” is a fantastic song and one of Red Hot Chili Peppers best ever.

WE WERE ALL LIED TO! When the Internet hype began, there was a very clear attempt to portray Snakes on a Plane as the 21st century’s first true big name B-movie, but this is no B-movie. Sure, it’s outrageously contrived, but even the filmmakers acknowledge that winkingly throughout the movie. Jackson gives his usual, sturdy, intense performance, but it’s obvious he’s having a blast. Even the effects are better than average. This movie is a wild thrill ride of a film and is much better than it has any right to be.

After the stupid hilarity of Talladega Nights, I was ready for something smarter, but just as funny. I got that with Little Miss Sunshine, an original, articulate, laugh riot that is without a doubt the best movie of the year so far by a wide margin. This film is about as perfect as you can get. The cast is awe-inspiring presenting some of the best performances I’ve seen in a very long time. The direction is dead on perfect. The writing is some of the funniest, smartest, most touching, thought-provoking and wildly satirical stuff put on paper in years. It’s the kind of film where, after you’ve seen it, you want to share it with everyone you know, will know, or have ever met. Five stars. Two thumbs up. Pick your cliche, Little Miss Sunshine is the type of brilliantly funny masterpiece that comes along only once in very great while.

While I don’t consider myself a Will Farrell fan, I have never disliked him. He has a wonderfully affable way about his performances as the everyoaf, but manages to bring just enough of something new and interesting to the table to make watching him worthwhile. His latest - Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby - is not only the best example of this, but is also his best movie so far.

There is much to like about the movie besides Farrell from the supporting performances to the surprisingly well done and exciting races. And then there are the crashes because Farrell and director and co-writer (with Farrell) Adam McKay understand that people really watch NASCAR and all auto races for the spectacular crashes and Ricky Bobby has more than its fair share. That includes one monumental (and ultimately hysterical) crash near the end of the film that is interrupted by the longest bit of product placement ever recorded on film (which, I might add, is added so perfectly you not only forgive its presence, it just makes the whole sequence that much funnier). The film does drag in the middle, but since that third is bookended by some of the funniest stuff in a movie this year it’s easy to let that slide on the film’s good graces.

Very, very worth consuming.

VERY worth consuming. One of the most wildly enjoyable movies of the last ten years.

Very possibly the dumbest movie I’ve ever seen. Still, the production values are good, The Rock isn’t all that bad (he’s really a very charming actor), and the action is decent. It’s just so DUMB!

It’s cute and has some really funny parts, but it’s too inconsitent. If you haven’t seen it yet (and judging from the box office returns you haven’t), wait until it comes out on DVD.