American Outlaws was rather the treat, I confess. A predictable western full of popular young actors with perfect teeth, it's a guilty pleasure. I'm pretty sure Kathy Bates had her contract written so she would only have to appear in three scenes. And I guess Timothy Dalton had in his contract that he got to impersonate Sean Connery (or at least his accent) about half the time. Question of the movie: why was the horse in the store in the first place?! Verdict: bad. Very bad. But fun.
So, if I loaned you either the new Funker Vogt or the Cleopatra Cure cover CD, please let me know, because I'm driving myself crazy looking for them. I hate hate losing things.