Regular readers of this blog know a lot about us — like how we used to watch Ghost Whisperer and giggle at how every other character would be in sweaters and overcoats, but Jennifer Love Hewitt was in strapless sundresses and eyelashes as long as the hour. And how we sympathized with her when the whole world told her she looked fat in a bikini and she was like, “You all are insane.” And then we thought she went a little nutso trying to make the hips she’d just defended disappear. And then: Jamie Kennedy. WTF. And finally, we found out she was executive-producing for herself a movie about a woman whom the recession drives to prostitution, via a job in a massage parlor that turns out to have Unexpected Kinky Results.