In a world... where ostriches fly... one man... must buck the odds... to fight other guys on giant flying birds... are you kidding me with this shit?... What's next, Yar's Revenge?

Q*bert! The story of a ...thing and his ...cubey things.

Hugo goes skiing!

And I think that Tetris could make a great Koyaanisqatsi-like flick.

Cocaine is still big in the movie business, then.

You guys have seen the Mine Sweeper trailer, right?

And I think that Tetris could make a great Koyaanisqatsi-like flick.

No, no: Bruckheimer flick.

You guys have seen the Mine Sweeper trailer, right?

SO MUCH GENIUS.

Finally saw the Bourne Ultimatum, and I'm still unsure what I thought of it, thanks to the a**holes who were my movie-going companions who snickered and whispered throughout the entire viewing. Now all my emotional reaction is tied up in hating their f*cking guts being very annoyed with them for being so rude, during and after.

I will agree that the camera-work was too blurry (not nauseating, but incredibly hard to track on for long periods), and I did laugh out loud when Bourne walked away from what was otherwise an incredibly awesome car crash on the Jersey barrier.

And in the end, I realized that Jason Bourne was Wolverine, and couldn't help but snerk.

I'm not sure that I like that Julia Stiles' character was suddenly implied to be the original Marie, the original love of Bourne's top secret life. I got the cues and the clues, and having seen the first and second movies recently, it didn't track. And I thought it was an insult to Marie herself. But, I guess, if there wasn't that, then what reason would Parson's have to help Bourne?

Also, I hated that Moby song in the first movie, and have increased my hate for it through the second and third movies.

I think, like Pitch Black, I will treat The Bourne Identity as the one and only movie and disregard all following pretenders.

Why did you put up with their behavior, Juliebird? (if you don't mind my asking)

There were three older ladies sitting behind my friend and I last week when we went to see Death at a Funeral who would not shut the fuck up! They were talking at top volume all the way through, commenting on what was happening on the screen. Even though I turned around and point blank told them to SHUT THE FUCK UP! three times. The just acted like I wasn't talking to them. It got to the point that it was actually more funny than annoying.

Although I don't really know if the movie itself was any good.

Why did you put up with their behavior, Juliebird? (if you don't mind my asking)

In short, I'm a pushover, and in cases of wanting quiet, having a conversation during the movie about wanting them to be quiet seems contradictory.

Longer version, I've experienced similar situations with these two before, and they basically don't give a flying f***. They basically manipulate the situations into "oh look, she's so serious with that giant stick up her butt. We're not being annoying and rude and inconsiderate, you just have no sense of humor".

Also, he was drunk and the best thing to do in those situations is pretend you don't exist. I considered getting up and simply moving to another seat, but then of course I'd face the consequences long after the movie was over. And I still wouldn't be able to enjoy the movie because I'd be thinking about how mad I was that I had to resort to those measures.

Of course, after the movie was over I remarked that Transformers was a horrible movie, in which case the ugly drunk got uglier.

Happy birthday to me! (That was part of my present, finally getting to see Bourne Ultimatum).

In other related news, I started reading the books, and MY GOD! I've read bad fanfiction that was better. The characters speaking their thoughts out loud and the romance that came out of nowhere (besides all the references to Marie's heaving breasts and how close they were pressed together as Bourne smacks her around), the insipid dialogue and "Oh, my darling!"s. It's a bodice-rippper, for real!

I just realized one of the reasons why I still like the first movie the best is that each of the assassins you meet seem to come with a story of their own. In Supremacy there's a little of that with Not!Celeborn, but with Karl Urban's character I didn't get that feeling. It was more stereoptypical rootless, we meet him in a club, no hints to anything more, and there was less of that in Ultimatum (but, again, I may have missed something due to the fuming over the incessant whispering and snickering).