I'm driving down Wilshire Blvd the other day and I see something that makes me think someone spiked my hot apple cider. A giant mouse was on the loose in Beverly Hills. I thought he was the cutest thing. So I went around the block, like a good Kat would and found the mouse.
His name was Despereaux from the Universal Movie TALES OF DESPEREAUX which comes out on Christmas.
By the way, I can speak French with reckless abandon when I have a couple of glasses of wine in me. Shameless for me to mispronunce "Despereaux" but as Grace Jones says, "I'm not perfect but I'm perfect for you!"
I don't know about the movie but if the film is as sweet as this Despereaux was, it maybe a blockbuster.
