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Just Visiting: A Funny, Charming Movie

    Hey, everyone. Carley and I watched a movie on satellite tonight. It was made in 2001 and stars Jean Reno as a French Knight in shining armor who lived centuries ago. However, he gets transported to present day America by a rather marginal wizard. In America, Thibault (Reno), seeks the help of pretty descendant Julie (Christina Applegate).
     Thibault, even with Julie's help, finds it difficult to locate a wizard in Chicago. They are helped by Thibault's hilarious man-servant/slave Andre who is rude, crude and socially unacceptable. Let me give you a hint, don't ever take a breath mint from the guy.
    It is imperative that Thibault returns to his own time, in order to save his bride from death. There is skulduggery afoot and it has washed its way through the corridors of time.
     But, Julie needs help as badly as her ancestor. She has a really bad boy friend who is is in the process of stealing her ancestral estate. It must be karma, as well as comedy, that brought the two together. Andre, meanwhile, falls in love with a cute little hippie chick, Angelique (played by Tara Reid) and wants nothing more than to stay in the present and eat a lot. When his master makes him sit in the floor at a restaurant and eat the bones he tosses from the table, it will make you laugh out loud. No, I am not that cruel, but you have to see it to understand.
     The movie is great fun, charming and has some stuff that will make you draw up in knots if you're a germaphobe. Andre is delightfully played by Christian Clavier and Matthew Ross is Hunter, the slimy boyfriend.
     Before I close, I'd like to thank my fellow blogger, Sophie Oguejiofer, for her comment on my post, Dr. Simon's Exoskeleton. She has a system for beating the mad Doctor that I intend to try it out, as soon as I sign off. By the way, Sophie has a cool blog and you might want to check it out. oguejiofor.blogspot.com/2013/10/how-to-kill-drsimon-exoskeleton-in.html
From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.


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