Happy weekend, upright hairless monkeys!! Charlie's back!

Last night, I took a sweet little chick to see a movie. Ironically, it turned out to be a CHICK flick!!!

Anyhoo, they had some dumb rule about no shirt, no service, so they had to scramble to find something to cover my nekked pinfeathers. Hence the Kleenex box. A little tight in the shoulders, but otherwise not a bad fit...

So, we went to see Dreamgirls, the big musical flick everybody's cluckin' about. I have to say, the movie was pretty good. Not many chickens in the cast, but the humans that were in it did a fair to middlin' job of acting.

For me, the movie kind of dragged a bit, until the big breakup/ditch Effie scene. Jamie Foxx (not a real fox - I've been chased by one, so I know) demotes Effie (Jennifer Hudson - not a real Hudson - I almost got run over by one) in the Dreamettes band, which forces her to sing the most powerful song in the whole freakin' movie. And from then on, the show is cluckin' terrific.

By the way, if that Hudson woman doesn't get the Oscar Meyer for her role, you humans deserve to be dunked in 7 secret herbs and spices...

If you haven't seen it yet, I won't spoil any of the fun. Get your long-john covered bee-hinds out to the theatre, and see it for yourself.

Better run, all this typing is putting a dent in my beak...

Cluck for now!!