I can't stand her, but I looooove him. Before he did his mediocre English language stuff, he had a slew of incredible Spanish albums and I am basically netflixing this to see/listen to Marc Anthony sing...
Finally got around to watching this. I really, really wanted to like this, but it was terrible. Basically, this was just a series of scenes that were meant to be emotional and meaningful, but there was no real thread to hold it all together. You never got the sense of who Lavoe was, despite the fact that he was an incredible force for salsa. And J.Lo just cannot seem to give up the spotlight to anyone else, not even her husband. This movie should have been called "Jennifer Lopez in pretty clothes with Lavoe music sung by Anthony." The music is the only good thing in this movie.
Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi
