“Would you like to join me in my quarters this evening … for some toast?”
It took some arm-twisting, but once they started watching this off-kilter, and actually, very sweet-natured ode to the world of Mexican lucha libre wrestling, my nephews actually enjoyed it quite a bit.
Of course, being 10 and 8, their favorite moments came when Jack Black or some other hapless soul got kneed in the groin, had their underwear pulled up over their head, or collected an assortment of wet willies and purple nurples.
Which just means they have good taste, since their cinema teacher, Uncle David, heartily approves.
