I love this movie.

Oh, not the whole movie. The Big Easy is so full of New Orleans stereotypes, its almost a parody. I’ve never actually been there but its like the folks in charge had a checklist:

  • Tipitinas? Check!
  • Neville Brothers mention? Check!
  • Wise Guys/Mafia? Check!
  • Voodoo mention? Check!
  • Mardi Gras reference? Check!
  • Overacted, over-pronounced Cajun accents? Check!

But I’m a huge Dennis Quaid fan. Always have been (except that Jerry Lee Lewis incestuous pedophest) and there’s one scene . . . in this movie . . . that, um *whew* is perfect introductory fantasy fodder: