There's a lot of naturally occurring downtime during our Reviews on the Run shoots. Lots of low-brow joking--the lower the brow, the better. Lots of playful insults. Lots of toilet humor. And, apparently, lots of spontaneous dancing.
What I neglect to remember sometimes is that all of this is being filmed.
The editors pieced together this montage--without my permission, of course--which I believe is something of an homage to the closing dance number of the Academy Award winning film, Slumdog Millionaire.
And yes, when I am trying to insert my index finger into my clenched fist, the clenched fist is something of an homage to a butthole.
