s e v e n i s a j o u r n e y

So, my mother and Joel are on their way home, barring a short stopover in Auckland (Mom still has a handful of trinkets to buy — I assured her Auckland could supply). Yay mom ! Have a good flight !

The cold snap has eased a wee bit. We were super-cozy last night on the new electric blanket, in the new flannel sheets. Yum.

Saw “Van Helsing”. Certainly not a good film, but not what I’d leap in to call a bad film, either. It was a refreshing brain-scrub, anyway, and fun to watch and laugh at. Like just about every modern rehash, though, it can’t decide how far over the top it should go (started off good, meaning “way, way over”, then slipped) or how tongue-in-cheek it should be. Ah well. Rotten Tomatoes lists it as pretty rotten, but if you look at the reviews, about half of the critics complaining about it are the ones who’ve clearly never read a comic book published after 1973, and disapprove of the way the movie messes with Canon. The sorts of people who’d be utterly bewildered by an Elseworlds story. Suck it up, goobers. I *did* have a little trouble with David Wenham as Friar Carl, though, as my brain kept sticking up a hand to ask why Faramir was suddenly the Stock Comic Relief. But then, you really need to club your brain unconscious to ride these kinds of movies anyway.

In other news, the All-Blacks pasted England (who won the World Cup last year, some may reluctantly recall) Saturday night, and the whole country is rolling in the Smug. Bets are on whether they’ll get all sloppy and complacent now.

Go Black!