Attack of the Clones

Last night I had a dream.

I was working on a movie. I was some kind of script consultant or something, and as far as the production of the movie went, I didn't have anything to do. We were filming in a high school gymnasium on the third floor of a building. The star of the movie was an Asian teenage girl, and she was a clone. Not in the movie, in real life. The door to the gym opened and a hundred of her fluttered in, dressed in pink leotards. They proceeded to engage in aerobics in synch while the cameras rolled. I was neither fazed nor interested in the clone army, and instead I looked out the window. The sky was overcast. I looked down to see the broken body of a young boy, face down in a puddle on the sidewalk. I was horrified and turned away, but when I looked back he was gone. Filming finished and we left, but the clones stayed in the gym, cuddled in little groups, and slept.

I'm sorry

My legions of adoring fans (all, what, five of you?), I have failed you through nothing but sheer laziness. I have plans for this blog, I just need to get around to them. Don't run away quite yet.

How can anyone not be a feminist?

Seriously, I don't understand how it is possible to not think that women are full-fledged people who deserve equal treatment under the law and in society at large.

Mission: Impossible III

It's true.

First time feature director J.J. Abrams absolutely mopped the floor with Brian de Palma and John Woo. Best action-spy movie ever.

Also, nice to see the second Superman Returns trailer on the big screen.

I'll try to have something of more substance to say soon.

entertainment, movies