Preferably, while very — very — drunk!

Best line of the trailer:

“They’re good girls.”
“They’re zombies.”
“No! They’re strippers!”
“They’re zombie strippers!”

I seem to recall a sea of controversy this election cycle over where each party’s Presidential candidates were born, but I didn’t really think much of it, until I was speaking with a colleague yesterday and she mentioned she hoped one of the lawsuits trying to get a copy of Obama’s birth certificate went through. “Indonesia has documents,” she said. And I wondered why it mattered: I’ve always thought the Constitution’s limits on who could become President was limited in age, time of residence in the U.S., and whether or not they were born a citizen.

Wikipedia says: “The requirements for citizenship and the very definition thereof have changed since the Constitution was ratified in 1788. Congress first recognized the citizenship of children born to U.S. parents overseas on March 26, 1790, under the first naturalization law:And the children of citizens of the United States that may be born beyond sea, or outside the limits of the United States, shall be considered as natural born citizens.”

I am very excited about the sequel to Casino Royale, which will be the first time a Bond film has actually had a story-linked sequel. However, my excitement is tempered largely by The Dark Knight, which sucked sweaty monkey balls. I’m really hoping that the producers and director behind The Quantum of Solace didn’t fuck this relaunch series up like Chris Nolan did.

I’m either going to work really late Thursday so I can leave early Friday and catch an early afternoon screening at the Uptown, or, I’m going to go to the show showing on Saturday the 15th. We’ll see, and you can bet I’ll have fingers crossed.