Last Saturday, we saw the new "Looney Toons" movie. It delivered what it promised, no more and no less.
Sunday saw the penultimate presentation of "Tarzan", the only new series I care about. WB has killed it. We have (will have) all eight episodes on tape, but GODS... (I will NEVER fall for a series the way I did for "Firefly" last year, but still...)
Today we saw "Master and Commander", which again met all expectations. High expectations. (Ok, I'm a sucker for square riggers...) I found myself grinning stupidly throughout the incredibly bloody final battle; I am still trying to figure out just what that means (not, I think, that I am ghoul, but who knows...).
The previews to "Master and Commander" were magical; the upcoming Denzel Washington film "Man on Fire" looks great; "Last Samurai" looks like a lot of fun (and to Lassarina: What the devil is WRONG with the idea of "Shogun" reset 300 years later?); "Return of the King" is going to be... Well, it's going to happen, and the THOUGHT of that brings tears to my eyes.
In other news, I still haven't had to punch Clueless out, yet...