Lunamania

We wanted to go watch penguins, but ended up squinting at what I think was Batman in Gotham. I wouldn't know though since the movie was so dark.

None of the reviews warned me that this was a stealth orientalist movie. The first third of the movie takes place in some fucked up Shaolin Temple in the Matrix oriental-land. Liam Nieson glides around playing a knock-off Morpheus. Ken Watanabe speaks tongues as the dalai lama to Christian Bale's Golden Boy acolyte of some confuciabuddhistaotechingartofwar cult. It's so tired and stupid.

Sensing that the movie was just too stupid, the movie theatre took matters in its own hands by shutting down in the middle of the movie. We sat in the dark for about 10 minutes. When the film resumed, we realized the movie operator had skipped a chunk of the scene. I was actually just happy it meant less Katie Holmes and that the movie would end that much sooner.

On a much less snarky note, I had a lovely time belting tunes with friends at NRB. This place is a seedy motel that's been converted into a seedy karaoke box. Excellent.