My, how the time does fly! It was scarcely a month ago that I whined incessantly about being dragged kicking and screaming to the latest "movie" based on a 1970s comic book. I wish now to amend my hasty proclamation in that post, wherein I stated "I shall anticipate any and all future movies put out by MARVEL's production arm with dread and despair". I spoke too soon. I now wish to add DC Comics to the mix. Having just been dragged kicking and screaming to see the latest Batman. I acquiesced finally only because of the promise of air conditioning, but about an hour into said movie being trapped in the pickup with the windows rolled up started to look pretty good.  MORE Mojo! »

Or, to put it in a more precise way, NOT incredible weekend.

Let me hereby state for the record that I shall anticipate any and all future movies put out by MARVEL's production arm with dread and despair. Granted, I was not all that keen on the idea in the first place. But since the Spider-Man franchise had the misfortune of making money, we now must endure every super hero who ever donned pastel tights (or pastel skin) to come to living, breathing, grunting life on the screen.

And Mojo's Favorite Husband, who, let's face it, Mojo indulges far too much when he becomes nostalgic for things he enjoyed BACK WHEN HE WAS TEN and lacked the necessary critical thinking skills of adulthood--not to mention taste, since boys then, like boys of today, still think potty jokes are the FUNNIEST THINGS IMAGINABLE---where was I? Oh, I was dragged to see the latest in the Incredible Hulk franchise at the theater yesterday.  MORE Mojo! »