I went to see Pan's Labyrinth tonight with my beautiful wife. It was gory, and weird, and subtitled, and fabulous. I cried. (I cry at movies sometimes...I'm okay with that.) I probably wouldn't be able to sit through it again, but I'd recommend it to anyone who could handle, say, the first eleven minutes of Saving Private Ryan.
When we were waiting in line for popcorn--which is really the only reason we go to the movies rather than waiting for the DVD--we discovered that waiting behind us was one of Charlottesville's three biggest stars. No, not Dave Matthews, and not John Grisham. It was none other than Howie Long, star of many enjoyable commercials and such action-packed cinematical smash hits as Firestorm.
He's much taller than he looks on TV, but I suppose one should expect that of an action superstar (I heard he used to be a decent football player, too, and they're sometimes kinda tall). He was also very scruffy, and oblivious--the poor girl behind the counter must've said "I can help the next person" half a dozen times before she finally said "Mr. Long?" in a kind of politely irritated voice.
I mean, I shouldn't make fun of the guy, except for that Firestorm thing. Seems like a good guy, from what one can tell (which is to say, from nothing at all), and of the two most visible personalities on the Fox Sports NFL pregame show, he's the one who doesn't typically have me reevaluating the merits of eugenics. So, it was good to see ol' Howie. I guess. Honestly, I'll have forgotten it by next week. My mother, sister, and wife saw (-slash-stalked) Dave Matthews on the downtown mall some three months ago, and will never forget it. I'm pretty sure my little sister's life has been forever changed.
That's pretty much all I got. Here's an old picture of my dog:
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I think I speak for all men everywhere when I say that I have a problem with you crying at movies. Contempt for it even. Girl.
What was that? At Forrest Gump? No, no, that was dust in my eye. During the last episode of Season 5 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer? That was right after I ate something really spicy. The end of the last Harry Potter book? I was laughing too hard. Darn that Potter. Just so funny.
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