I spent my last night in Toronto watching 'Cinderella Man' with my parents. During the 2.5 hour film, my mom 'clucked-clucked' during each scene that portrayed poverty during the Depression and my dad whispered questions in Tagalog when new characters appeared on the screen. Afterwards, I swore to myself I would never be embarassed by my folks. God bless 'em. 
adelina:
was the film pretty good overall?
