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Ahh, The big weekend is nearly over, but you can still hear the faint sounds of kids in swimming pools, smell the veggie BBQ going, and the wonderful medley of car horns goin off as you sit in interstate(s) 5, 10, 210, 405, 805 traffic. In any case, we here at VT sincerely hope you had a good weeked, as we have slaved over DVD boxes to bring you the following items. Some good enough to make another holiday of it. as usual, let's...

Jersey Girl: Director Kevin Smith was recently signed on to direct the film adaptation of The Green Hornet, one of which he remarked that the studio shouldn't have given him big studio projects as he is and forever shall remain, an "indie." Whatever dude. He may be right seeing as his last studio gig was this puppy. Probably unfairly mauled over by the media too concerned over Beniffer when they really should've focused on you know, war, famine, and the cat stuck in a tree, but no one really cares about that. Man, I sound like I should be in Outfoxed or somethin. Jersey Girl features Ben and his little girl. And a love story. Although when I look at the box, and the pathos of the cover art should signify a romantic comedy, I can't help but be distracted by Smith's ulgy mug peering from the corner, smiling away. Seriously. Come rent it and find out. By the way, it's set nowehere near Jersey. Ah, just kidding.

The Ladykillers: Oscar-schlepper Tom Hanks hams it up again as a faux-professore in this heist- gone-wrong comedy remake of an Guiness and Sellers classic. Directed by those wacky Coens, and co-starring Marlon Wayans, but sadly not the funny looking one, Steve Buscemi. I think he was too busy guesting with that loving family, The Sopranos. One of my co-workers here is in love with him, she calls his Steve Buscexy. Oh boy. The Punisher: to be pronounced, The Puh! nisher!! with extra emphasis on the puh, and snarl while you say it. Tom Jane, pssh! Dolph Lundgren would kick his ass any day! John Travolta tracks down Mr. Jane (wimp!) and forces him at gun point to crack the computer code in under 1 minute. Talk about stress. Then walks in Halle Berry...oh wait, wrong movie. But John Travolta really is in this movie. The latest in the never ending wave of comic book-to movie craze, this diddy is not about a man getting his revenge, but about giving the bad guys their punishment! I'm sorry but I had to, Mr. Travolta has a .45 right behind me.

Soul Plane: Snooop! This bad-ass is back with a HIIIGGHH flyin comedy. Full of zany comedy, racial slurs and yes what snoop is best known for, and I ain't talkin about his music. Tom Arnold guest stars (WTF?). Now, I'm going to say that a good portion of our clients enjoy certain medicinal aids, and fall flat on their asses when watching Half Baked, but here at VT we do not applaud such acts, however comedies about them, can be good. Just behave yourself, and say waddup to Snoop for me.

United States of Leland: The latest indie to come out frome the studio womb and make somethin of itself. This stars Ryan Gosling, Kevin Spacey and my favorite Don "Cowboy" Cheadle. (Even his last name is bad!) After Gosling's character commits a crime and sent to a detention center he meets Mr. Cheadle who wants to turn his story into a novel. Thereafter the motive is disclosed. Filled with tales of morale, questionable intentions and a sprinkle of sadness. Say you liked Elephant, then you'll might like this too.

WattStax: Made in 1973, much akin to Monterey Pop or Woodstock, this documentary features footage from the 7hour concert at the Coliseum in Watts. However, rather than those San Fran hippies, this features prominent African-American artists at the time, including Isaac Hayes, Richard Pryor, and Mr. Rainbow Coalition himself, Jesse Jackson. Mr. Jackson: (ahem) You see my dear this music is for your ear make peace not war you hippies can't count to four Isaac Hayes, Richard Pryor this old man is gettin tired man, can't you see 50 cent got nothin on me!

lastly, Eddie Murphy RAW: Back when he was funny he made some stand up flicks. Funny and vulgar as hell, filled with more f-bombs than Scarface, and better leather than a gimp, Mr. Murphy's second-funniest DVD is out for you to bite on.

Thanks.. and in the words of my dear friend Larry: "Talk to ya." Goodbye friends.