A happy surprise for me to enjoy.

The other day we were renting movies and Valarie grabbed a copy of Mel Gibson’s Apocalypto. That was fine for her, I thought, but certainly not for me. While she was watching her little slice of Mayan mayhem I could go down to the den and polish my penny collection.

Long story short, I happened to start watching it with her and I never left the room. I was captivated. In addition to a touching love story and buckets of brutal and bloody action, there was a surprising amount of humor.

How much great stuff do I miss out on due to prejudging? Probably a lot.

Please talk amongst yourselves…

The Fountain--an art house classic or a tragic misfire? Everyone I’ve discussed it with is leaning in the same direction. I think the boat is about ready to tip over.