Good day, good day. My dad went to some hobby/train show-thing with Uncle Frank, which, for my mom and I, meant we could go do something fun together and not have to worry about what time we got back or feeding them.

Generally, if he’s going anywhere with Uncle Frank, we tend to tell him not to hold dinner for us before getting the fuck out of Dodge. Its not that we dislike Uncle Frank, its just that he’s dull and strange and has a very big voice, and he’s an excellent, excellent excuse to ditch my dad for an afternoon.

So, we figured we’d go see a movie, as we rarely see anything in the theaters anymore, and maybe hit Ruby Tuesday’s afterwards. Originally, we were going to see The Tuxedo, because Mom thought it sounded fun, and I like Jackie Chan. Unfortunately, their copy of it had gotten fucked up, but oh, hey, we could make Red Dragon with about a minute to spare, if we wanted.

Cause, y’know, sitting through a psychological thriller with Tony Hopkins, Ed Norton, and Ralph Fiennes is just a vast hardship. *rolls eyes* And oh, look. Tony’s in uber-creepy mode, and Ed’s kicking particular ass today, and it turns out Ralph with a harelip is still better looking than most of North America. Also? Lots of naked back time. *mews softly*

Red Dragon is just cool, man. Its a good film, and the ending? Gotta love it. And it could’ve gone really nasty and visual in a few places, and chose not to, and I highly appreciate that. Shit actually makes me want to see Hannibal. So, how big of an endorsement is that?