I spent most of today cleaning. We've been away so many weekends, it was starting to feel like we were only at home to pull the clothes out of the bags, clean them and pack them back in the bags. As a result, the apartment was starting to look like the aftermath of an explosion. So while Stuart went out for his run, I did laundry, dishes, cleaned the bathroom, dusted, etc. When he got back, Stuart cleaned up and put away the camping gear and vacuumed. We still have way too much stuff packed in here to ever look neat, but at least I can see a bit more of the floor and I'm not so worried about contracting tetanus from touching something.
It's pretty hot here today (29 or 30 C), so we decided to treat ourselves. We took the recycling to the depot, cleaned the bugs off the car and headed off to see Wanted. This has been on our "to see" list for a while, but, hey - who's had time?
I should start by saying that I loved, adored and was put in a state of giddiness by "Nightwatch". This was pretty much the same. If you're willing to let go of some selective laws of physics and roll with the general "movie time" compression of training, then this movie rocks! Telling off the fat bitch was nice, but the ergonomic keyboard was golden. And I could watch Angelina Jolie scoop him up into the Viper (?) over and over and over. I don't know what the rest of the audience thought, but Stuart and I were laughing, clapping our hands and exclaming over scenes through the whole thing. We were pretty rambunctious on the drive home and I'm still vibrating.
I don't know why it seemed to perfect, but coming up on the apartment, we were behind a convertible GT with the licence plate: SHROCKS. All I could think is "that's too bad, I hope it's not terminal." If you don't think that's funny - try watching Wanted and then read it again.
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The comic book nerd in me is already reflexively against the movie (despite enjoying Nightwatch as well) because it's such a badly mangled version of the brilliant original comic book. It's kind of like how I *might* have enjoyed League of Extraordinary Gentleman as a post-modern take on 19th century action adventure were I not already painfully aware of Alan Moore's original work had been like and how badly the movie strayed from that original, genius premise.
I've adopted a new strategy. Unless I've already read something, I go to see the movie first. That way I get to enjoy it (for a change) - then I read the book. Somehow, doing it in that order, I'm able to enjoy them both as separate entities. If I read the book first, I just get upset at the movie. Don't know why it works that way, but it does...
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