Music Monday

We got some babysitting this weekend, and what did we do? Well, one of the things was to go see Zack and Miri Make a You-know-what. I don't want to fill that in for creepy people trawling the internets. Seriously, when I have to delete the spam from my WordPress blog, I feel like I need to take a shower afterwards.

This song was on the end credits for the movie, and I had completely forgotten about it. Which sums up the song nicely, catchy but totally forgettable. And the movie is totally crude and filthy, yet has a very sweet message, so it's a bit schizo. It was cute, but definitely not the best movie I've ever seen. Sigh.

Comments

Kelley @ magneto bold too said…
So that was a real movie? I totally thought it was a joke...

I can see Moo wanting to go see it just cause of the title. Le sigh.

Damn Emos
2:02 AM
Liz said…
Yeah, our Wordpress spam is filthy too.
3:48 AM
J said…
I kinda thought the movie would be blah. But you never know. I hope you had fun at least.

This song made Cherry Wine sound good, but um, yuck!
7:12 AM
Anonymous said…
nice. that song totally brings me back to jr. high...

we also had a babysitter this weekend and it was a toss up between zack and miri anmd role models and we choose the latter. i still want to see zack and miri, though.
1:47 PM
Heidi said…
OMG, I forgot about that song too!LOL. Sometimes I like schizo movies.
4:23 PM
Ted said…
Sadly, I haven't forgotten about this song, but I am interested in seeing the movie. :-)
12:34 PM
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