A certain columnist today named Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby as the fifteenth best film of 2006… yeegodz! Champagne-toasting a comedy of this calibre (which I suffered through like a cancer patient) and trying to lift it up to pseudo-best of the year status is an old movie-journalist ruse — it makes you look ahead-of- the-curve to bestow serious praise on what others have derided as a crude, run-of-the-mill culture-war comedy.