One of my few saving graces back in the day when Matt and I visited Paris was night times spent watching Jackass.
I can hear the audible groans. I know. Not something you'd expect from me... Or is it?
Much to Matt's dismay, each night after a big day wandering through the streets, I'd crawl into bed and watch Jackass. The only English-speaking show that was airing on French TV at the time (that I could find). I loved it. I freaking loved it. After overloading on conversations I couldn't decipher beyond hello (bonjour) and thank you (merci!), Jackass was incredible cinema. Cough.
And as if to rekindle those fond memories, when Matt would rather read Foucault while I watched grown men do ridiculously stupid things, Spike Jonze has released Jackass IN 3D!
Matt doesn't want to see it. How rude! Looks like I'm seeing this one solo.