was a disappointment, but probably because I've been spoiled - not in that way - by Iron Man
and The Dark Knight
being so darn good. I just felt the difference between 'team action movie' and 'Del Torro movie' a little too gaping and the two halves didn't mesh well together, despite both being good movies.
And possibly also because I spent most of the time since [spoiler] was revealed going
... how is that even possible?
My disbelief was expected to suspend further than it wanted to. Anyway, Sam
both liked it a lot for reasons I agreed with, so I can forgive it for being a sequel.Anyway,
I am both back at the museum with the tail end of a respiratory infection/flu like thing that utterly ruined my weekend, and listening to Aerosmith on iGor - I finally got my act together on Monday and went to buy me some headphones, which is nice. I honestly think some of my problems with focus recently have been tied to the breakage of my last lot: I need the music as mental blinkers to keep me focused at the very least, on my computer screen. This is the idea, and also it means I can get on with converting Heroes
to iPod format to watch on the tube, for no other reason than for getting Claire
into the Bar.
So yeah, I'm OK.Coughing up a storm, but it's dry and annoying rather than crippling right now.
I think I have a post brewing about how comics, for all we complain, seem to be a lot less misogynistic as a collection of fiction than, say, movies: being one of the other two forms of sequential visual narrative out there, but I'm not quite there. It started with a conversation last night with Sam
about how most of my comics pass the Bechdel test regularly. His response
it might just be a function of the comics you read
was a valid one, but if my genre choice of comics a) doesn't exist or b) is significantly different as a movie genre, I'd like to explore that. Later.