Cast your minds back, dear readers, all the way back to the dim and distant late summer of 2003. On August 1st (incidentally, my birthday), Martin Brest released a gangster comedy into theaters called Gigli (“It rhymes with ‘really,’” our hero would iterate). At the time, the world was growing a little tired of the enormous tabloid phenomenon then obnoxiously labeled “Bennifer.” The film’s two…
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