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I haven't written anything here in two weeks. Some of that is due to the weather-related headaches. Bleh.
We're planning to see Troy this weekend. Yay, summer movies. I bet they totally un-gayed the story for a mass audience though. I guess it's okay for Achilles to jam spears through lots of peoples' livers as long as it's not because the Trojans killed his boyfriend. Either way, I'm sure it will be fun. Will it be a good adaptation? Hard to say.
Van Helsing was pretty good. Lots and lots and lotsandlotsandlots of people swinging across rooms and/or crashing through windows. I couldn't help thinking Kate Beckinsale's character was wearing the absolute wrong shoes for Romanian forest-based werewolf hunting. High heels? Those are even less practical than her corset. Other complaints: not enough shirtless Hugh Jackman. The X-Men movies know enough to at least stick him in a tank top a lot. I mean, come on.
Yes, I know the X-Men movies themselves don't "know" anything on their own. At least it's not likely, unless they're some mutant form of movie.