Starring: Chris Rock, Laurence Fishburne, David Hyde Pierce, Brandy Norwood, Bill Murrray
Directed by: Bobby and Peter Farrelly

"Yeah, but have you ever tried an ostrich burger?" These words uttered by Samir, swing ticket holder for the world premier of Osmosis Jones, set the tone for the evening.

Wait a minute. That had nothing to do with the tone of the evening. I apologise for all the confusion that this might have caused.

Yes, we were fortunate enough to get tickets for the world premier of Osmosis Jones. That was the easy part. Passing the numerous security guards proved a bit more difficult, but Droopy's strategy worked like a charm: "Um, he's got my ticket. Yoinks!" Once we arrived at the floor where the premiere was to take place, we were shown the way to the "good theatre", as opposed to the bad theatre, which I've only heard awful things about. Once inside, some crazy wannabe-Hollywood types began to panic because we didn't have any reserved seats. We just ignored them.

When word got around that popcorn and drinks were free, my cohorts dashed out like mad men. When they returned, Droopy had a look that can best be described as appalled. "You wouldn't believe who was in line, right in front of me -- Carla Collins." I cringed. Supposedly she's even more unsightly than on TV.

Our host for the evening, who's got to be one of the biggest wastes of sperm I've ever seen, took the mic and introduced us to the Farrelly bothers and a whole bunch of people who did a lot of stuff and who were basically applauded solely by family and friends. It was both sad and hilarious. We were then introduced to Brandy "Who Knew She Had a Last Name" Norwood. And eventually, a black clad Lawrence Fishburn, led in by his posse, graced us with his presence. 'Nuff said. Amongst all this excitement, we were finally treated to our feature presentation.

Most of Osmosis Jones takes place in the city of Frank, an animated version of the insides of the human body. Well, at least the grotesque body of Bill Murray's character that is. And just to let you know, Murray's character is disgusting as hell. I swear, give him an Oscar right now, because his uncanny ability to be repulsive is just too much. For all I know, this could have been a documentary.

The plot surrounds a deadly virus called Thrax that is invading Frank's body. It's up to white blood cell cop Osmosis Jones and a cold remedy named Drix to save the day. Pretty basic stuff, but there's more. While this is going on, we have a mayoral race going on in Frank, as well as a storyline between Bill Murray's character and his daughter.

The amount of detail that went into the characters and the story, as well as the environments, is unbelievable. This is a movie that will amaze people with its unique feel, endearing it to both children and adults.

Post-movie shmoozing went as follows: stalking the Farrelly brothers into the men's lavatory, overhearing a conversation that they were having while taking a leak (something about how the music went along well with the movie, unlike some of the stuff that they had seen lately) and some banter between Samir and Bobby Farrelly about the hand driers not working.

Finally, we ended our evening strolling down the red carpet, much to the delight of the rather large crowd packing Ste-Catherine Street. The reaction we received was quite vocal.

With a cast of voices that boasts Chris Rock, Laurence Fishburn and William Shatner, and the genius of Bill Murray, let's face it, this movie is a "can't miss".

And no, I have not tried an ostrich burger.