So, we rented a serious movie and a silly movie.
I’ll let you decide which one you think White House Down is.
Thank God I Wore This Bible/Platter/Whatever Under My Shirt
“I Don’t Think It’s Nice, You Laughing.”
It’s almost March, so I guess I better get to my second western of the year . . .
Honestly, I enjoyed the movie, but I don’t know that I have a whole hell of a lot to say about it.
“No, My Place is Here . . . Corrupting the Young.”
A few weeks ago, my friend Cory recommended a movie that I had never heard of before called Plunkett & Macleane. Now, Cory and I seem to have fairly similar tastes in things — I particularly adored Scott Lynch’s The Lies of Locke Lamora, which he suggested I read — but I always get a mite (unnecessarily) nervous when someone I like recommends a movie or book because, well, what if I don’t enjoy it? What if I think it’s pure, unadulterated crap? What if we lose respect for each other as people and OHMYGOD THE FRIENDSHIP IS DEAD.
Yes, well, I’m sure you’ll all be very relieved to find out that Plunkett & Macleane was a lot of fun, and the friendship is, as far as I know, still among the living.
