Before the ritual swim, even, the seven-year-old and I head to Good Burger. The Austin summers aren't as innocent as those days in Jersey but movies still fit in well. Marge is right. Nickelodeon's Kel Mitchell and Kenan Thompson are funny and creative in the classic comedy pair sense, given the underlying stupidity of the team (which is, of course, its central conceit and basic liability), they are very good. Stupid can be very funny but too stupid can wear thin pretty quickly, thus good stupid must walk a fine line. Driven by that team, this was definitely Abbott & Costello country and here, that's a compliment.

It is Saturday afternoon, we are at the movies, and our heroes are unjustly locked up in a mental asylum. They turn the radio dial, switching the music from deadening elevator muzak to driving funk, George Clinton's "Knee Deep" with the master himself as one of the patients. As the funk plays, suddenly the patients, exaggerated caricatures all, start dancing. It is the sweetest moment of movie silliness, the institutionalized insane finding the beat and hitting the groove.

I can't imagine that this scene won't be offensive to a wide range of tastes and completely uninteresting to many more. In fact, knowing about it might overwhelm it, any expectation being too much for this slim scene to carry. But here in the middle of this film is this unexpected scene, a bit of musical magic as the dancing patients, accompanied by Clinton, Kel and Kevin, scheme to get away.