Sunday
Once again, another day of sleeping in.
There wasn’t much on TV, but I watched about :30 of the joint press conference with Pres. Bush, Tony Blair and the Prime Ministers of Spain and Portugal. I have to admit that their arguments actually sounded coherent and valid. I still am not a proponent of a U.S.-led unilateral (or quadrilateral, with the UK, Spain and Portugal) action, however. The U.N. hasn’t followed up on the resolutions that it set in place, but it is still their bailiwick. If the U.N. needs to up the ante to make good on its measures, then so be it.
After that went off, I channel-surfed for a while and wound up watching a the Rush A Show of Hands FreeView again. Ah, Rush…
We went to Fazoli’s for lunch. Walking in the door, we were treated to the epitome of mullet-wearing goodness: A man with a mullet that reached to the small of his back, a NASCAR tee-shirt, a wallet on a chain and white snakeskin cowboy boots. Can you say “motherlode,” boys and girls?!
From there, we headed over to Land and Catherine’s to visit with them for a while. Naomi (former co-worker) and her daughter were there. We spent about an hour catching up on the latest news and swapping stories. It was a nice way to spend some time.
We went to The Gateway to meet people for our traditional Sunday night movie. We had planned to gather at the European Connection for pre-movie crepes and coffee. The hours painted on their door said that they should have been open until 7… a typed/printed sign over that said that they closed at 6:00. GRRR. So, we went to the Starbucks in the Barnes & Noble. After chat and coffee and assorted pastries, we headed to the theatre.
We saw The Hunted, featuring Tommy Lee Jones and Benicio Del Toro. From the trailer, it looked like it had the potential to be a decent movie. It wasn’t. In fact, my description of it was: It was “PETA Makes a Movie” meets “Mortal Kombat” meets “The Fugitive”. And, let me go on the record with the following notes:
- I have nothing against PETA.
- I think that while it wasn’t a “great” movie, I had a blast at Mortal Kombat. Good, mindless videogame-inspired fun. Its sequel wasn’t good, but again, I knew what to expect going into it.
- I liked The Fugitive. Period.
Put these three items together and you might get something that’s fairly decent. This was not it, however. It was horribly disjointed. There were plot and continuity holes in it large enough to drive a fleet of tractor-trailers in. And the editing was just… bad. This movie definitely goes on the Cool World – Long Kiss Goodnight Scale. Near the bottom. Somewhere around Batman & Robin and FearDotCom. Spare yourself from losing 1:40 of your life that could be better spent doing something… ANYTHING… else. And, what makes this really sad is that it was directed by William Friedkin (director of The Exorcist and Rules of Engagement… both of which I liked).
And, that’s about it.
Namaste.