Last week, in a fit of stupidity mixed with sleepiness, I declared that The Simpsons would be “the last big broad-drawing movie” of the summer. I am, apparently, a fucking liar. This week’s box office numbers show that to be true. And, what’s worse, next week’s numbers might show that to be doubly true. But I can hardly be blamed for forgetting about Rush Hour 3, can I?
The following numbers were whispered into my ear by the hottest woman I’ve ever known. She approached me in a bar just outside of Reno. We danced and laughed and loved into the night. The next morning all that was left was a note reading “movies.com box office report“. It lay limply beside me on the pillow as I slept.