Have I expressed my deep, unending adoration for movies before?
Probably not, because, even though I talk about loving movies, I rarely get off my arse and get into theatres to see said movies.
Today, though, was an exeption. Other than a certain event, yesterday, where I did some serious singing and dancing, I took this weekend off. That is, I made no plans, I made no promises, and I am eating nothing but sandwiches. No work. No effort. No pain (other than hang-overs and the residual effects from the above-noted dancing. Of which there was lots. And singing (click at your own peril, unless you are afflicted with a condition similar to my own shameless adoration for crazy singer song-writers)).
And, it's hot. The cure for heat, when you live in a non-air conditioned space, is to see a matinee.
Well, The Mummy - Tomb of the Dragon Emperor sucks sweaty hairy monkey balls. Don't go. There wasn't nearly enough Brendan Fraser chestage.