Just the other day, I swore off movies for the rest of the summer. I do that, I get into these little snits and make broad proclamations like “Fuck it, I’m not going to see another movie. All summer.” And I say things like this because a) something bad happened or b) I’m trying to feel sorry for myself or 3) I’m pretty sure there aren’t any movies coming out that I need to see.
I mean, there isn’t a Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter or Anaconda coming out. So I can safely stay in my little cave and gnaw rocks and pretend movies don’t exist. Right? Right?
Wrong.
I forgot one.
Okay, after this movie, I’m not watching any more movies this summer…
I can wait for the DVD for Nacho Libre, even though I do love Jack Black, however, I’m TOTALLY going to go see Pirates of the Carribean!
Nacho Libre – no. Pirates II – yes!
With that outfit he is wearing I don’t even want to know why you want to see that movie……
For the record, it works much better if you don’t actually verbalize those promises you make but know you’ll probably break.
What? No “Snakes on a Plane”?
Lol, I know that movie looks promising doesn’t it? We just may snub Netflix to go see it!
Crap, I totally forgot about “Snakes on a Plane.”
Oh, well, promises are meant to be broken, eh?
We snubbed Netlflix to go and see CARS. Pixar just keeps one-upping themselves!
Must see Pirates! Johnny Depp… *drools*
Yes, Pirates, ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY.
I have a real love/hate relationship with Jack Black. I want to hate him and I find myself loving him a little… which then makes me hate myself.