Another oldie for you old movie renters. I never saw this movie, but I’m pretty comfortable taking a stab at it anyway. A pair of pants gets passed down, makes its travels around the country, picking up bits and pieces of women’s lives along the way. The stories are retold through the pants, each blemish and rip signifying some incident or experience. It’s a total chick flick and when men watch it, they can’t help but wonder when is a male going to make a movie about a pair of traveling briefs; whose stains, rips and skidmarks, similar to rings in a tree stump, signify the loves lost, broads banged, runny tacos eaten, and the assholes on the football team who considered it humorous to pull your undies over your head until your balls turned blue.