Instead, I watched the trailers. I figured out the conspiracy
behind "Snake Eyes" without having to invest a whole seven bucks.
Well, maybe I didn't really figure it out, but I figured out that
I didn't want to see Nick Cage in a polyester leisure suit.
Blade? pshaw. Like I need to see another Marvel comic turned into
a hideously boring movie. Whee. Wesley Snipes. How the mighty have
fallen. [sigh]
How Stella got her groove back? I heard it's good. But I'm not
into that kinda loooove story. If she was being chased around the
Bahamas by Michael Meyers, well, maybe I'd go see an afternoon matinee.
Well then, what about Halloween, H-20? I will see it, eventually.
I've watched every Halloween movie. I'm a sick person. I think I'm
putting it off out of fear of a Jamie Lee Curtis nude scene.
I don't think there's something about Mary. Gah. Could we have
a bit of class, people? Please?
What about the new one? 54? Neve Campbell? Mike Myers? I'm waiting
to hear about this one yet. If Neve gets naked, I'm there.
