"An often hilarious crowd-pleaser"
-- The New York Post

"A comedy as bracing and furiously right for the moment as it is broad and huggable"
-- Entertainment Weekly

About 45 minutes into Anger Management, I turned to Shellie and said, "Hey, you want to take off?"

"Really? You don't mind?"

"Nah, let's go."

Only when we started leaving did we realize that there was a theater full of people behind us. We hadn't heard the seats fill up since the previews started, and hadn't heard a peep since. The movie is so unfunny, the crowd never gave itself away.

On the way out, we saw a couple of kids making out in the back row. Others just looked depressed. In the lobby, a bunch of teenagers were walking out grumbling.

We wasted $20 but it was worth it to have visceral proof of what I've suspected for years: critics are never more wrong than about comedy, and audiences are never more right.

Speaking of wrong, Tom Carson in Esquire thinks Sweet Home Alabama is funnier than Legally Blonde. People, don't drink and review.

For the rest of us, Legally Blonde 2 opens July 2.

"Peter, you want to streak with us?"
"Um..."
"You'll get a commemorative hat..."

I can't do it. I can't take off my clothes and join the Geek Streak. I feel naked enough as it is.

It's the second annual Geek Prom ("the Geekquel") at the NorShor Theatre in Duluth, Minnesota. The idea of Geek Prom is to shed your outer cool and replace it with whatever was there before you started worrying about your cool.

But some people feel uncool anywhere, even at Geek Prom. In the lobby, a bunch of girls stand against the wall, looking uncomfortable.

"Are you in line to get your pictures taken?" I ask.

"No, we're wall flowers," one says. She looks a little like a wilting tulip.

"How can you be wall flowers at a Geek Prom?"

She shrugs.

Maybe wallflowers are the coolest of the cool at a Geek Prom. Which reminds me of an idea I had for a party: a silent party. Everyone shows up, smiles, drinks, eats, listens to music, kisses, embraces, fights, all without saying a word.

You think about this kind of thing when you feel geeky at the Geek Prom, which I guess I do. Eventually I quit worrying and start doing the fist dance. Shellie and I spazz out to Manplanet (no pyrotechnics!). We get our picture taken, too. Note the pocket protector, which Shellie picked out.