I don't like the Blogger comment style. It makes everyone who isn't a Blogger user into "Anonymous", and you have to visit a totally separate page to comment. I'm trying HaloScan now. I may just go back to my trusty guestbook.
Spider-Man 2 was awesome. It was just... great! I think it was actually better than the first. People said that about
Shrek 2, but I prefer the first to the sequel. Anyway, it was such a good movie. It was funnier, the action was incredible, and the dialogue was so perfect. It's hard to do an adequate review without spoilers. Personally, I find Willem Dafoe (as the Green Goblin) to be a much scarier-looking actor than Alfred Molina (Doctor Octopus). I mentioned that as we were leaving the theater, and Ian said it might have to do with Dafoe's facial expressions. That might be it.
Watching the movie wasn't as awesome as the movie itself. We got there late (around 7:20). Greg was driving his family's
enormous truck, which is hell to park, even on a normal day. I knew we'd have trouble, especially since the parking lot's always packed on weekends, and we did. David got out and directed, so Greg finally managed to get into the space. It was beautiful. I got stuck finding seats -- all the way in the back, on the end. That's part of the reason I wanted to get there early. It's nearly impossible to find four seats together in a crowded theater, but I convinced the Spanglish-speaking guys to scoot down to give us room. (I mean that in a nice way. I know I heard them run Spanish and English together in the same sentence. Something like Ricky from
I Love Lucy.) Then, Ian and David kept chattering. Ian's voice is too low to whisper. The best he can do is talk quietly, which is totally ineffective in a hushed movie theater. Everyone else was too busy watching to talk. They turned me into the "shh!" girl. I hate being her. I mean, I can deal with Greg's friends. But I'd rather go somewhere where they can talk and be loud, which is inevitable, as they are boys. Bowling, dinner, shopping, someplace where it's not courtesy to be quiet.
I usually end my entries with something clever, poignant, or thoughtful. But now, I've got nothing. Think of something and pretend I said it.
