Joey...Oh Joey, Joey, Joey...
You...are a prince among men. The prince of CHEESE!
This movie, like On the Line before it, will enter the recesses of my mind as one of those movies that no one will get unless they're down with the sparkly.
I'm down with the sparkly, yo. I friggin' loved it.
I loved everything from the snarky Red, in her go-go boots...To the ghetto-talkin' Ashley's. Joey having a conversation with himself...and proclaiming that an electrical wire "tastes like chicken!" Hunter, the pretty British guy on the horse. This movie pretty much encompassed the entire scale of randomness. Sheer perfection!
But, the truth remains...Joey Fatone is my hero for the day.
Long live the mufferfuffin sparkly!