I do believe that a lot of the responsibilities is the consumers’. I’d like to think that we’re not such a patently stupid nation that we don’t realize that fast food is bad for us—especially in such excess.

However, I feel the fast-food corporations should at least have easily accessible nutritional information. It’s good to see that, especially since this film debuted, there are now more healthy options available in these restaurants. Still, there could stand to be more. But I guess that’s the American way—anything for a buck, even at the expense of your consumers’ well-being. Why should they care? As long as we live long enough to reproduce, they’ll always have a new herd of consumers.

What was especially interesting was the bit about the food choices available in most public schools. I had never really thought that much about it before, but I realized how true it is. In my high school, we had a Pizza Hut kiosk that was open every day, and each day we had the option of burgers and fries if we didn’t want the “healthy” meal of the day. I had a burger and fries just about every day junior year, and there were soda vending machines in every hallway. I’m amazed I didn’t get fat in high school. I don’t remember any of the cafeteria workers encouraging me even once to choose something healthier. Not to say I blame them - I knew it was bad for me and made that choice anyway - just to say that the schools do seem unconcerned with the health of their students.

Anyway, pretty much any documentary is going to be biased, but it’s still something that should get you thinking. Sometimes I’m still amazed, after all this time, at how to big businesses we are not people but demographics. Talk about sickening.

I’ve never been a big Penelope Cruz fan, but I love me some Matthew McConaughey. Plus, the story of searching for a Civil War battleship in the middle of the African desert is just crazy enough to appeal to me.

Bonus points for the awesome soundtrack, and for the always enjoyable Steve Zahn, who got some funny little zingers throughout.

Alessandro Nivola is just plain creepy. Complete waste of Rachel Weisz. And the whole thing is dark, depressing, and leaves a distinct unfinished feeling at the end.

but cute and kind of fun. Ever the quintessential American, I love blood and guts and gore as much as the next person, but sometimes it’s good to watch something lighthearted and wholesome like this. I’ve watched several of the Disney Channel’s original movies over the years and I usually enjoy them.

I was going to watch this tonight, but the recording has lousy sound and for some reason there’s no closed captioning. Maybe some other time.

How this movie ever gained itself a four-star rating, I can’t imagine. It wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever seen, but would I consider it worth all the hype I’d always heard about it? No way.

Granted, half of what I didn’t like about it had to do more with the story itself than the way it was presented. Professor Higgins is such a jerk, and Eliza Doolittle is an idiot for letting him treat her the way he does. That alone is enough for me not to like it.

What’s more is that almost all of the songs were half-assed and terribly repetitive. How dull.

The one thing I did like: the “Show Me” song Eliza sings to Freddy in the street. That was the only scene I honestly enjoyed in the whole movie.

it certainly did fizzle. I’ve never found Hugh Jackman especially impressive, and what sort of bizarre hybrid accent was he supposed to have in this movie, anyway? Kate Beckinsale is usually okay, but here it’s like they just put her in it to make it pretty. And what a complete waste of Richard Roxburgh’s talents.

Badly acted, badly animated… just all-around bad.

who didn’t like this movie. Not only that, I hate this movie. If I could give it negative stars, I’d do it in a heartbeat.

This movie is one of the umpteen thousand reasons I despise Tarantino. Even the awesomely badass Samuel L. Jackson wasn’t enough to make this movie tolerable for me. It’s one of those movies you couldn’t pay me enough to watch again. I’d rather stab rusty nails through my eyesockets, thank you very much.

and watching it now for the first (and last) time since, I can only say that I must have been easily pleased as a little kid. The little girl in it is annoying (think Snow White, Jr.), and the songs! Oh, the awful, awful songs. It’s like the writers weren’t even trying. Apparently just because it’s animated and about dogs we’re supposed to like it.

Sorry, Don Bluth. You’re not fooling anybody with this steaming pile of… well, you know.

I know I’m not supposed to say so, especially since I’ve never read the graphic novel, but I loved it anyway. I really did. I thought it was excellently done. Hugo Weaving is always a pleasure to see in action, and it’s good to know that’s true even when you can’t see his face. I could’ve done without Natalie Portman’s poor excuse for a British accent, though.

Scary to think a totalitarian regime like that isn’t such a far-fetched idea these days.