Nothing spells 1999 more than a boyband-esque dance routine in sagging pyjamapants to How Deep is Your Love by the prehistoric and wonder-where-on-Earth-they-are R&B group Dru Hill.
Did I see him doing a Jamaican wind at the end over there? Wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs and navy blue socks?? This is too much but I'm loving it!!
By the way. Went to check out G.I. Joe this Tuesday and although it was enjoyable, it's quite clear Channing needs a proper acting coach. But they let him get away with poor acting just because he's eye-candy. It's true what they say then. Looks do actually take you far. Props to Marlon Wayans for doing an action flick without reverting to too much comedy. He's always been the cutie in the family.