So I haven’t done a “not a review” in a while, in which I rate movies based on how long they take to put my wife to sleep, simply because we haven’t watched anything lately that she’s paid much attention to or made any amusing observations about. But that doesn’t mean she hasn’t uttered a tasty tidbit or two over the last couple of months. I’ve just been noting them down and waiting until I had enough of them for a post, because, you know, it’s not easy padding these posts to
30 minutes three or four paragraphs.
So last week I saw the most recent James Bond movie, “Spectre”, which means I’m finally caught up on all the Daniel Craig Bond flicks.
I think Bond and Dr. Swann may have just finished their rendition of Maxim Kozhevnikov and Yulia Zagoruychenko’s samba routine to “Hip Hip Chin Chin” …
So last week we (mostly me) watched “Trouble with the Curve,” in which Clint Eastwood and Amy Adams work through their father/daughter issues, Amy Adams and Justin Timberlake work through their career vs. relationship issues, and some kid fails to work through his curveball-hitting issues.