If you're ever sitting around your house thinking, "I'm really in the mood for a movie that I will later describe as one of the best movies I've ever seen," then by all means, be sure to pick up City of God. It's a gritty, arty, poetic, and definately uber-violent look at the slums that the poor people of Rio de Janeiro are hidden from the tourists in. There's very little to say about this movie that hasn't already been more eloquently stated by The Filthy Critic, but his rundown kind of outlines the entire plot, so if you like to learn about a story as it unfolds, I would probably nix the idea of reading his review.

Anyway, Saturday night Pete and Christine came over, and after SNL was over we decided to pop this flick in. Fastforward to 2am, a time when any reasonable woman with as bad a case of the preggers as Christine has, should be at home in bed, but not a single one of us could tear ourselves away.