I just got Throttled by Charlie's Angels.

(Look, it sounded pretty cool in my head.)

On the RagT* Fun-o-Meter (which, unlike your garden variety Fun-o-Meter, goes to eleven), Full Throttle rates a...six. A strong six. And if that sounds like a low score, keep in mind that the Fun-o-Meter - at least this one - is a harsh mistress. There's never been an eleven. I reserve that for the movie that will make me fall to my knees in the theatre and weep tears of joy and rapture. A strong six is certainly above the Fun-o-Meter average.

The Angels kept me entertained for two hours. I had a silly grin on my face through the entire movie. The talky bits were excruciating, but the action - and the ass-wiggling (and there was a lot of that going on) - was sweet, the chicks were cute, and Bernie Mac was funny. What more can you ask for? Nothing. You really can't.

(I liked the first one better, though. And there wasn't nearly enough of Crispin Glover. I mean, you got Crispin Glover in your movie, and you don't include him in every scene? What's up with that? Never mind that he died in the first one.)

* Yeah, uh, about that... See, McG got the street nom de plume going, so I figured I needed one too. Look out for The Longest Journey: Static, written and directed by RagT. The Pen Name Generator (ironically enough located at a website called TheRag.com) wanted to name me "Scott Tornquist". But homey don't play that.  ¶ 21:40