Anchorman

“I love scotch. Scotchy, scotch, scotch. Here it goes down, down into my belly . . . ” Oh! Is the camera rolling? Well, then, let the broadcaster finish his drink before delivering the news. Which he does, on camera, without shame—and that’s the way Will Ferrell tears up the rest of Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy. This is the PG-13 cut of the 2004 movie, meaning it’s only slightly less crassly sexist and hilarious than its DVD, but the stupidity of Burgundy and his posse (including Steve Carell, Paul Rudd, David Koechner, and Fred Willard) is undiminished. In 1970s San Diego, the arrival of a hot, blonde, and actually capable woman (the very game Christina Applegate) is more than a threat to this cologne-addled crew—it’s downright emasculating. First the women take our jobs, then they make us give up our free-loving, jazz-fluting freedom! But they will never, ever take away our bottle of Sex Panther musk (which sadly remains illegal in nine countries). The outdoor movie, which begins a seven-title series through Aug. 27, begins at dusk. Marymoor Park, 6046 W. Lake Sammamish Pkwy. N.E., 205-3661, www.metrokc.gov. $5 (individual), $15 (family). 7 p.m. BRIAN MILLER

Wed., July 16, 7 p.m., 2008

 
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