Super

[fredericks]

I caught Superman Returns in the IMAX at Lincoln Center on Wednesday. I liked it, but I don't think I'd have liked it half as much if I hadn't seen in on a big screen with the big Bose boom and the (twenty minutes of) 3D. I thought it was rather slow-paced and saved mainly by the borderline bombastic nature of the few and far-between action sequences, but I chose to take the slower pace as a homage to the 1979 version. Jo and I have made plans to see it tomorrow afternoon (first time for Jo), although I do worry I'll find myself slightly bored this time around as I might be looking out for the big scenes while internally bitching about all the callbacks to Chris Reeves and Supermans I and II. I'll see how things work out.


I finished a book last weekend that *wasn't* a trade paperback or a graphic novel AND I managed to get a good chunk of my clinical homework done ahead of schedule. I guess I need to do the whole "no internet/no cable" thing more often. Though the "dogs going nutso over firecracker blasts" bit I could have done without.

In closing, as I sign off to the distinct sounds of thumping/spring creakings coming from the floor above my head - I am QUITE tired of having to listen to my youngest brother engage in masturbatory acts. My GOD, he needs to absorb some more of that Catholic guilt and be more undercover with it. *ahem*