As I settled into my seat just as the movie was beginning, I was feeling rather smug for my strategic movie watching skills had carried the day yet again. Sure, I just walked out on Jerry Seinfeld, but I was about to see an updated version of the old TV show starring Bill Cosby and Robert Culp. This time the two young and semi-hip secret agents were trying to avert the capture of a stealth airplane in Uzbekistan.
Eddie Murphy and Owen "Nose" Wilson are two of my favorites. But so is Jerry S. and that's why I walked out of theatre #11, after about 25 minutes, with my tail between my legs and feeling slightly groggy. Two pitiful movies in one afternoon is more than one boy should have to endure. And endure I did not. I walked out with a major 'tude.
Last week I bought a Sony Mini DV camcorder, and as soon as I can figure out how to run it, I'm gonna make a movie about my life in Sugar Land and release it in local theatres as an alternative to the current crap. Rock 'n Roll.