Ah. “Gigli.” Joining the ranks (no pun intended) of those fantastic cinematic disasters, like “Ishtar” and “Howard the Duck,” comes this wondrous flick starring J Lo and Ben Affleck. I remember gazing up at a billboard riding westbound on the Santa Monica Freeway, wondering aloud what the hell this could possibly be. I don’t mean to be sexist in any way, but, seriously, “Gigli” makes me think of something soft and effeminate. I was not thinking of a gangster movie.

Anyway, on with the “Gigli” bashing: Thoughts while watching “Gigli” on allaboutgeorge.com. (Link from littleyellowdifferent.com.)

Changing gears entirely, I caught bits and pieces of “Excess Baggage” last night. Now I had heard that it was a pretty bad movie, and despite warnings from my sister that Benicio del Toro’s character seems unnecessarily, ah, cognitively delayed (the current politically correct term for mental retardation), I couldn’t resist. Benicio del Toro is one of my heroes. Now, maybe the chemistry between Benicio and Alicia Silverstone is perhaps a little unbelievable. Maybe that’s just my bias. But seriously, a movie with not just Benicio del Toro, but Christopher Walken! They needed more onscreen time together, damnit!

I am, of course, now searching futiley for that Car’s song “All Mixed Up,” which was both in the film and in the closing credits. I don’t know. I guess I’m in a sappy sentimental mood.