Congeniality
I saw Miss Congeniality the other day. Fun; it manages to do a surprisingly good (if not terribly realistic) job of balancing feminism and traditional femininity, without in the end denigrating either.
And Sandra Bullock is growing on me; I still don't find her especially attractive, but I thought she did a good job with the part. And Benjamin Bratt is mighty cute. (Huh—the IMDB says his mother was a Native American activist, and took him and his four siblings along when she participated in the occupation of Alcatraz in 1970. Interesting.) Michael Caine is fun as a flamboyant pageant trainer/consultant; William Shatner as the pageant MC is not bad, but wasn't as entertaining as I'd been led to expect.
Not a brilliant movie, but has a bunch of very entertaining moments, including several bits of funny dialogue in the background or in passing as other stuff's going on. (There's a particularly entertaining background-dialogue reference to a certain famous musical movie in the final scene.) One bit I liked (but that may not work out of context) has Bullock's character (FBI agent Gracie Hart) talking with Bratt's character (FBI agent Eric Matthews) as they cross a street:
Hart: What could possibly motivate anybody to enter a beauty pageant is beyond me.
Matthews: Scholarship money. Chance to see the world, broaden your horizons, meet new people. . . .
Hart: So join the Marines.