Manolo says, here for your Tuesday morning viewing pleasure is something pink, and flirty, and summery from the Hollywould.
Manolo says, it is Tuesday, time to see what the Manolo is…
“But, Manolo,” asked the friend of the Manolo, “you do not seem like the sort of person who would enjoy this giant, stupid,Transformers robot-fighting movie.”
“Yes, it is true,” answered the Manolo, “the Manolo is not the intended audience. But…there it is. He saw it. He went at the behest of some twelve-year-old friends of his, who assured him that this movie ‘rocked’.”
“So, did you at least enjoy this movie?”
“Yes. Very much so. It was loud and dumb, and more than moderately ridiculous, and yet for all of that, if one could disengage the thinking parts, it was also rousing and funny and entertaining, in its lowest common denominator way.”
“Would you say it ‘rocked’?”
“Yes, ‘rocked’. That is the best description. But then, the Manolo expected this , as he learned long ago to trust the opinions of the twelve-year old boys and girls. Thirteen-year olds, no. They are untrustworthy. But the twelve-year-olds, they know and will tell you truthfully.”