This week, Fat Guy Kevin Carr loosens his belt and falls asleep on the couch after eating too much turkey. But with three days left in the weekend, there’s always the opportunity to brave the hoards of crazy holiday shoppers to see a movie. It’s time to look at a new Disney princess with Tangled, dance with the divas from Burlesque and go Faster with a piece of the Rock.

Being from Cleveland, my knowledge of disappointment with professional sports teams knows no limit. And as Lebron James plans his escape from the Mistake by the Lake, I’m once again reminded of childhood days — being emotionally crushed as my hometown teams took it on the chin year after year. The cinematic representation of this trend was the very funny (and sadly, honest) Major League franchise.

Sure, the title of the direct-to-DVD follow-up to Joe Carnahan’s wicked violent Smokin’ Aces isn’t Electric Bugaloo, but I happen to like it better than Smokin’ Aces 2: Assassin’s Ball.