There’s an entire womens volleyball team in my kitchen. They’re making lasagne. I almost feel like I’m living in the plot part of a porno, and any minute now one or two of them will ask to “use the shower,” but they’re all wearing proper clothes.
Contrariwise, Cooking with Porn Stars is exactly as horribly ridiculous as you’d expect from a movie about, well, cooking with porn stars, even though there’s little nudity and less sex. But in this case “horribly ridiculous” did not turn into “delightfully awful,” so it’s back to Naked Chef Jamie Oliver, who has a rather dull and hard to navigate diary to boot.