Gotta Have My Pops. My football playing dog, however, I can live without.

WHAT COULD BE PASSED OF AS A MOVIE REVIEW and A RANT ABOUT THE GOLDEN AGE OF BREAKFAST CEREALS (but not nessecarily in that order)
by Dave Bennett

    Whatever happened to the days when you couldn't open a box of cereal without finding some useless plastic thingy inside? Some of my fondest childhood memories involve pouring about three bowls worth of cereal out, grabbing the toy inside, and then carefully putting the cereal back in the bag. Of course, that was an impossible task and a lot of it would fall btween the bag and the box, never to be seen again. Nowadays you're lucky to find a mail-in offer. Don't you hate those? You see FREE in big letters on the front, and then on the back, about 0.3 microns high, they tell you "...with 4 UPC codes and $3.95 shipping and handling." Now I love that little leprechaun as much as the next guy, but there's no chance I'm eating four whole boxes of that freeze-dried marshmallow flavoured sawdust just to get a shoddily made plush toy of his. Unless I can use it as an effigy for voodoo.

     I told you that story so I could tell you this one.

     It was a morning like any other morning in August: hot enough to melt your garage. I went to open a box of Corn Pops and noticed a shiny disc on the front cover. I figured it was another of those CD-ROMs they've been giving out with Monopoly Jr. or something on it. Which is great, because I could use another drinking coaster. But then my immense knowledge in the field of uselessness kicked in, and I realized that it was the wrong brand of cereal to be doing that. Now intrigued, I pulled it out. It was a DVD.

     I was astounded. This must be the best give-away in cereal history.

     It was a DVD of Air Bud 2 : Golden Receiver. What a rip.

     But it was still too early in the morning for proper judgement, so I put it into the player. The next 90 minutes are kind of a blur to me (I think the milk was past it's expiration date), but I recall a dog in a helmet, a fat guy, and Jim Morrison beckoning for me to break on through to the other side (once again, the milk).

     But what's important is I write a review for it. From what I gathered, this is one of those sequels that really depends on you having seen the original. Otherwise you're just not going to understand it. And while I do have the opportunity to watch the first in this thrilling series, I just don't like Frosted Flakes.

     And if anyone wants to borrow it, it's under my can of Coke.

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