Bob and I had a movie date and went to see Man of Steel.
Sweet Holy Christmas Henry Cavill.
That man is painfully yummy.
Yes.
I said it.
Go watch the damn movie and tell me you don’t agree.
If Superman had had a British accent this go-round, I would not have argued.
Oy.
*ahem*
Anyway.
We haven’t seen a movie in the theater since…Inception???…or…Robin Hood (the Russell Crowe one)??? Whichever of those was most recent. We don’t go to movies. We wait until they come out on DVD. Because we’re cheap and lazy and oh yeah, there are PEOPLE at a movie theater. Like the little shit I almost throttled for kicking my chair the entire two and a half hours of THE HOTTEST SUPERMAN EVAR the movie today…yesterday…Sunday afternoon.
Eye candy aside, the movie wasn’t bad. It’s pretty much what I would expect from a super hero movie. And I’d watch it again. Because Henry Cavill. It was an interesting shift from the Superman story I’m most familiar with. Though there was one moment that I totally face-palmed, even though it was a kind of blink-and-you’ll-miss-it thing, but seriously.
The previews prior to the movie were all kind of…Bwuh? Nothing left me thinking Oooh I wanna see that when it comes out on DVD.
Turbo … Ryan Reynolds is a snail with NASCAR aspirations. Need I say more?
R.I.P.D. … Ryan Reynolds is a cop who dies and is pulled into the dead police force and partnered with Jeff Bridges combating bad souls who refuse to move on…I…think? I’d watch it just for RR, but Jeff Bridges’ character would probably irritate the holy fuck out of me with that clenched-jaw-old-redneck persona.
Elysium … Bald cyborg Matt Damon must infiltrate the privileged space station from post-apocalyptic Earth. Jodie Foster wants to destroy him. Fifty-fifty shot of being decent or awful.
Pacific Rim … Aliens come out of the ocean. Humans build giant robots controlled by mo-cap to fight them. There is…nobody I’ve heard of in this movie. Aside from Ron Perlman. WTAF and AYFKM all around on that one.
There were others that I didn’t really retain…something with Oprah and the next Hunger Games movie and possibly something else. We watched the first HG movie and concluded that was two hours of our lives we were never getting back.
I managed to sit for the entire 143 minutes, but I brought Eeyore with as my fidget, because sitting still through an entire movie is like torture on my shitty attention span. Though Henry Cavill certainly helped the focus problem.
I’ll stop now.
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