It was a hot summer afternoon and we needed a place to rest. Fortunately for myself and a friend, there were still tickets available to see The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. After grabbing a couple of sodas and making our way to the last two seats in the middle of the auditorium we knew we were in for a treat (decidedly, I was the one thinking this as I came to realize that I was the only man in the entire theater). Lights down, movie starts. And . . . we're speechless (at least until the 'climax'). Melodramatic, trite fluff with an array of haphazard production values and some of the worst acting . . . ever. Now I'd like to go ahead and add this film to my list of "Films I never want to see again" but alas, I'm more than happy to watch it. Not only were my friend and I thoroughly amused throughout the entire film thanks to the aforementioned criteria, but were led to hysterics when our outbursts of laughter were chided by the soccer moms, sewing circle geriatrics, and bratz obsessed tweens with handfuls of popcorn being thrown at us, large and rather disturbingly colored globs of mucus being spit into our hair and splashes of assorted carbonated liquids dampening our clothes. Call me crazy (and callous, insensitive, etcetera) but between what was going on in the movie and with the semi-riot in the theater, I'm forever going to have to recommend this movie to each and every person.