I’ve got nice welts on my back from Missy springing onto me and digging her claws in. I swear. Newman and Peep figured it out already, no claws on humans. That hurt, and imagine if I didn’t trim Missy’s nails! Missy wants love so much, she tries too hard sometimes.
Tonight I saw Superman Returns on, what’s that called? Special engagement or something. Enjoyed it very much! The lead actor was a very fine choice and did great. And gawd he’s handsome. Christopher Reeve will always be Superman in my mind since that movie emerged in my formative years, but this guy, Routh? --is good too. Only complaint would probably be that they could have cut a good ten or fifteen minutes out of the denouement, as it dragged a bit. Also, they laid it on somewhat thick with the Jesus allegories. Still, though, a worthwhile film. I liked James Marsden’s character, Lois Lane’s fiancee and therefore Superman’s “rival.” He was written as a decent, caring guy and not some stereotypical jerkoff as one might expect in a movie.
Also liked the "bring it on!" line given to Lex Luthor.
Some little punk-ass high school brats were sitting behind me, proving to each other how cool and clever they were by making commentaries during all the quiet scenes. I turned around in my seat and said, and I quote, “Shut the hell up.” And they did, mostly. I’m such a bad ass. Not. If they were Hispanic or black I most likely wouldn’t have said anything, but as it happened they were runty peckerwoods. I could take ‘em. Yeah.
But why did I have to say something? Huh? Why didn’t anyone else pipe up?!
I really hate motherfuckers who ruin my moviegoing experience.
Next on the list: The Devil Wears Prada. I can’t imagine teenage boys wanting to see that.
Over the Fourth I’m visiting my folks. Don’t really want to. :-
9:20 a.m.
Phoned the mom-unit and begged off.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 9:20 AM
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