Oops! I Did It Again!
Hope that doesn’t get that bad Britney (redundancy alert) earworm stuck in anyone’s head.
I went to the movies with my movie buddy on Saturday night. I paid $9.50 to see Batman Begins, which I almost totally loved. Detractions? I really, really hate wanton destruction of beauty in movies (eg: Any temple or city or beautiful house in The Mummy or it’s Returning sibling). And I wasn’t so hot on the ending. It was almost like they were like, “OK, that’s enough movie. Let’s just leave now." Katie Holmes’s character had a rod the size of the Washington Monument up her arse. And, of course, I spent a few hours feeling like a lecher ogling Christian Bale who must be at least 10 years younger than I am. Sigh. That’s what I call guilty pleasure.
As I figured it was a night out, I treated myself to some M&M’s and some diet coke, which cost the equivalent of a wedding feast in Ethiopia.
At the end of the flick, what do you know, War of the Worlds was just starting across the hall. So I got to see that, too! Just take the cost of M&M’s and coke as my ticket, guys. It was a good rollercoaster, refreshingly free of the clichéd Jeff Goldblum-like geek who saves humanity against the stern opinions/orders of the constipated, old, white Generals. And Spielberg didn’t veer from the book too much. It was good, scary fun.
Batman was better, though.
All in all, quite a fun evening. And the traffic wasn’t too bad because all the crowd gluttons were downtown, trying to get a glimpse of the Black-Eyed Peas or something.
Aren’t you jealous?
(*)>
Update: He's only 3 years younger than I am, so I'm not such a dirty old birdwoman, after all!
I went to the movies with my movie buddy on Saturday night. I paid $9.50 to see Batman Begins, which I almost totally loved. Detractions? I really, really hate wanton destruction of beauty in movies (eg: Any temple or city or beautiful house in The Mummy or it’s Returning sibling). And I wasn’t so hot on the ending. It was almost like they were like, “OK, that’s enough movie. Let’s just leave now." Katie Holmes’s character had a rod the size of the Washington Monument up her arse. And, of course, I spent a few hours feeling like a lecher ogling Christian Bale who must be at least 10 years younger than I am. Sigh. That’s what I call guilty pleasure.
As I figured it was a night out, I treated myself to some M&M’s and some diet coke, which cost the equivalent of a wedding feast in Ethiopia.
At the end of the flick, what do you know, War of the Worlds was just starting across the hall. So I got to see that, too! Just take the cost of M&M’s and coke as my ticket, guys. It was a good rollercoaster, refreshingly free of the clichéd Jeff Goldblum-like geek who saves humanity against the stern opinions/orders of the constipated, old, white Generals. And Spielberg didn’t veer from the book too much. It was good, scary fun.
Batman was better, though.
All in all, quite a fun evening. And the traffic wasn’t too bad because all the crowd gluttons were downtown, trying to get a glimpse of the Black-Eyed Peas or something.
Aren’t you jealous?
(*)>
Update: He's only 3 years younger than I am, so I'm not such a dirty old birdwoman, after all!
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