Lois Lane: Superman is my baby daddy!
If the plot didn’t make it terribly obvious that Lois’ son was Superman’s, the cinematography did our work for us well before the piano scene. I finally watched Superman Returns tonight. I had no idea Parker Posey was in it otherwise I’d have been in the theater to watch it! Overall though, I wouldn’t buy it, and have no desire to watch it again. The Lex/Kitty scenes were fun, Jimmy was fun, but it was a very long winded plot to get to the end of the film. Over two and a half hours!? Give me a break. If I hadn’t polished off a bottle of red wine (with leftover chicken, too Chris — HA!) then I might have more comprehensive review, but if I gotta sit still for more than 2 hours to watch your film, I better damn well have a drink in my hand.
Happy Father’s Day to all fathers out there… or anyone that’s been ever been called “Daddy” — hm, ok that includes me as well, but still.
This past Friday night’s events and the walk home on Saturday morning with a Starbucks iced latte (oh was I going through withdrawal) only serve to remind me that I still got it.
My place looks even more a mess than usual right now. My building is trying to deal with the rodent issues in the basement so they’ve asked all residents to clear out their storage areas. Thankfully mine was filled mostly with packing boxes, but there were a few interesting finds in there. A turntable and “word processor” (electronic typewriter) from the previous tenant, very heavy paint buckets that I really have to wonder if they’ll even match my walls should my landlord ever need to touch up in here and some boxes of floor tiles from the kitchen. I’ll be glad when I can move it back down there. I’m having to do that little dance around the place to dodge the new obstacles and get from room to room.