The other night, we watched "The Forbidden Kingdom," a reasonably entertaining martial arts-fantasy, if you're into that sort of thing. It's no "Kung Fu Hustle"--which, if you HAVEN'T seen, go out and watch immediately; you'll thank me later--but it passes the time well enough. Anyway, the movie stars Jackie Chan AND Jet Li as rivalrous Kung Fu masters who team up to train a novice who must, of course, free the Monkey King, win the girl, save the kingdom--the usual stuff.
As I watched, though, I couldn't help wishing I had worked on this movie. In any capacity. If I had, I would have gone up to Jackie Chan and said, "Hey, Jackie, you know Jet Li just said your Mom was a bitch!" And then I would have gone up to Jet Li and said, "Hey, Jet--is that really your name? Anyway, Jackie Chan just called your sister a whore!"
And then I would have just sat back and watched.