Lisa, Audra, and I went to see Confessions of a Dangerous Mind last night. It should have been called the Chuck Bare-ass Show. There was so much naked male butt, I couldn’t believe it. We were going to see The Hours but I thought it might be a little too depressing but as it turns out the Bare-ass show wasn’t any better. I figured Confessions would be silly and light and present the hitman thing as nothing more than a delusion; I was wrong. Where is a Doris Day Rock/Hudson movie when you need one?