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Ricky Bobby

With all the hype of the new Will Ferrell movie Talledega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby, its tough to tell whether or not the hype machine is working because of A) Its not as good as it appears in the previews or B) It is really good and all the commercials and TV spots are trying to get it to become one of the biggest movies of all time. Before the movie there were reasons to believe it was the latter, first it was 2 hours of making fun of NASCAR and the South, two things I very much like seeing made fun of. Second, it would be similar to Anchorman and I thought atleast up to par probably better. Finally, all the TV spots, internet trailors everything I saw was downright crack up laughing hilarious. Well I'm here to tell that it is one of the funniest movies I have scene, and I am teetering as to whether or not it was better than Wedding Crashers, and right now the the Ricky Bobby side is winning.

You know how you go to a movie and you get out and there are just some hilarious parts that you remember when you leave the theatre, well I don't remember any of those parts in the first half of the movie. Why? Because nothing stuck out, because everything was absolutely hilarious and I couldn't stop laughing for about 45 minutes, maybe more. I had to go to the bathroom and I just held it because it was impossible to think I wasn't going to miss something funny. Also the memory might have been slightly hampered by the 12 oz of Michelob light, 72 oz budweiser, 23 ounces of Newcastle.

Ricky Bobby provided pretty much non-stop laughter, 2 hours of pounding at Southern stereotypes, and it lived up to all of the expectations and more I had going into the theatre. But I still hate NASCAR.

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