The Birdcage, the version with Nathan Lane and Robin Williams, is one of my favourite films. It makes me laugh out loud. The first time I saw the film was in a seedy little motel room in Tijuana. Jason and I were driving to San Bernardino after a week in Baja California and for some reason, goodness knows why, we decided to pit-stop in Tijuana. We didn’t leave the motel, for fear of getting shot, and instead, sat in the room watching the one channel we could get decent reception on. I remember the owner of the motel, yanking the antenna about, trying to get the t.v. to work. We still laugh about it. The film. The place. And since then, whenever I catch it on the tele, I can’t not watch. Nathan Lane’s white clogs. I’m in stitches every time.