The disclaimer at the beginning of the "preview" for the new Sarah Palin movie says it all: the preview "would be really lame as a real movie." I'm going to step out on a bridge (you know what kind) and bet it would be really lame in "real life" too.
Head of Skate follows a hockey mom (of course) who likes to whip up baked Alaska with little American flags propped on toothpicks to go with the lasagna she'll serve after picking up son Algebra from hockey practice. But when an old dude (who I dare to say looks much more alive than old Johnny Boy) knocks on her door and offers her the chance to be vice president, she tells the country, "I found my friend's skates this morning, how hard could it be to find Bin Laden?"
OK, all very funny in a Mighty Ducks kind of way, but when the president dies and "Betty Norendorfer" whispers her gleeful thanks over his dead body, I got Alaska-style chills. And it didn't help to see her kids whipping around the kitchen with their hockey sticks held high - what kind of movie mom doesn't tell them they'll play with those things in traffic if they scratch her floor.
Try not watching this one until they end - it's like the trainwreck where you just . . . can't . . . look . . . away. If it makes it better, they promise "It's a movie you just have to see even in cases of incest and rape."
Image: The Sarah Palin Blog
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