Spent the evening watching She’s The Man, the 2006 movie that’s a loose adaptation of Twelfth Night. The first best thing about it is Amanda Bynes as Viola in what was likely her prime (though none of us realized it yet because her future still seemed so promising).
And the next best thing about it is, of course, the phenomenal Channing Tatum with his hilarious, incompetent-with-girls portrayal of Duke Orsino (fantastic play on words). We get hints of the comic flair he displays in 21 Jump Street, the chest that will become much broader by Magic Mike and absolutely none of the dancing talent that will come to light only months later with the release of Step Up.
Ah well. Despite what I proclaim on an alarmingly regular basis, you can’t have it all.