Friends With Money

Is a movie that the cheese, and momma cheese had the dire misfortune to see on Friday night. Written and directed by the same women who brought us the thoroughly crappy Lovely and Amazing, Friends With Money represents, to the cheese, 19 dollars he will never see again. In the first 30 seconds, in fact, it was obvious this was going to be a poor experience. Are we really expected, as an audience, to suspend our disbelief enough to believe that Jennifer Aniston works as a maid? Seriously, a maid!? And here's a thought, Ms. Holofcener, if you're going to cast Ms. Aniston, don't write her character exactly like one she played in a movie four years ago! And you know what else? Jennifer Aniston is not, the cheese repeats, NOT, a good actress. The cheese was a big fan of Friends, but every time he sees the ex-Mrs. Pitt in something, the more he's convinced that she got by for 10 seasons on the talent of the rest of the cast. The one bright spot was Francis Mcdormand and her metro/nearly gay English husband. But even that wasn't enough to salvage this floating shit pile.

The cheese and momma cheese had nearly chosen to see The Sentinel, cause you can hardly go wrong with BOTH Keifer Sutherland and Michael Douglas, but the thought of Eva Longoria traipsing her rotten crotch across the screen for 90 minutes nearly sent the cheese into convulsions just thinking about it.

Here's a tip Hollywood, just because some attractive "actress" is in a hit TV show does not mean that she should be in movies. Let us remember that for every George Clooney, there are 100 David Carusos.