Where to begin? Well, first of all, I never imagined paying to see this movie, not paying to see this movie or even accidentally walking into a theatre where it was playing - Ashton Kutcher? Cameron Diaz? Vegas??? It had to be kick you in the face, make fun of your haircut, awful. There wasn’t a chance I’d be seeing this any other way than completely drunk and incoherent at 4am on pay-per-view. One of those days when I would wake up and realize my eyes weren’t bleeding from the hangover, but because I’d decided to order this 90 minute Vegas travelogue. Nope, never, it just wasn’t going to happen. Imagine my surprise then as I fork over $36 to the cashier at the movie theatre and hear the words “Three for the Vegas movie” come out of my mouth.

Admittedly, there wasn’t much choice at the time, it was a late show and mine wasn’t the decision alone. My friend and her mother were accompanying me, we had been walking around SoHo for the past few hours, sitting down somewhere in a plush seat may have been all we were looking for. We walked in a few minutes before the movie started and were relegated to taking seats in the last row of the theater next to a group of three or four high school kids who looked visibly upset that we would be intruding upon their space. The seating at the theatre was stadium style, so I felt like i was in the upper tier at a Yankee game looking down upon the screen.