The phrase Down South assumes, ahem, gargantuan proportions as 40 Days And 40 Nights hits the halls. After flicks like American Pie and Austin Powers, you really thought that the ha-ha jokes about various south-side anatomical parts and fruits were over and done with, but when someone tries to shove raunch and romance together like in this flick, it really fails to, ahem, get it up.
Speaking of which, is it weird in here, or is it just me? No, it really is weird in here. And I actually thought that I had seen the last of pucker-face Josh Hartnett in Black Hawk Down.