Sadness, thy name is sweeps
So the cable never came back - well it eventually came back late last night, well after Buffy had ended. Everyone I've talked to who watched said it was good, but no one taped it.

I'm coping. Instead of watching Buffy I read magazines. I am a little behind on my readings and since I have subscriptions, the magazines keep coming. I read Vanity Fair for a while (the May issue) and I'm struck by how annoying Dominick Dunne and Gore Vidal are. Are they even relevant anymore? I'm going to say...no.

Reading crappy missives from Vidal complaining about Dunne is not the way to spend an evening. Especially when there's a perfectly good episode of Buffy to watch.

Spider-man! Spider-man!
As today is Wednesday, it can only mean that it's Wednesday night at the movies! Tonight a slightly modified group (regular Deeps is out of town, so friend John stepped in) attended an early showing of Spider-man. I didn't have crazy high expectations, but I am a fan of Sam Raimi and I was excited to see what he could do. I thought the movie was okay. It started out with just the right cringe-worthy tone as you watch poor Peter Parker stumble through adolescence. And then there were the many visuals that are Raimi hallmarks. Despite what others may say, I think Raimi has a very distinct visual style (more on that tomorrow).

Anyway, I thought the film was okay. The CGI didn't look very good to me and I felt like some of the dialogue was a little corny. But I thought it was a perfectly fine summer, popcorn movie. And it was way better than Batman & Robin. And I think it was probably better than the X-men movie.

My friend Michael hated it completely and made sure I knew that for the rest of the evening. Sometimes you pick a winner, and sometimes you don't. After a string of questionable films, I think I'm going to have to see something very different next week.

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