Mr and Mrs Smith: You know, HOTTEST implied off-screen sex. Ever. It was the beating each other into the ground before f*%cking that got t o me.

Lost Skeleton of Cadavera: OMFG! I could not stop laughing while watching this film. It is a parody/send-off of every 1930's to 1950's space alien ATTACK film. Low budget, card-board acting, and a truly awesome script that could have only been written by someone who understands the genera. Bestest comedy I have seen since Best in Show.

Sars Wars, or whatever it was called: Zombie flick from Thailand. That should pretty much says it all, but just in case you might need more information. The film has every possible cliche crammed into it. The female scientist who, on taking off her glases and letting her hair down, have the body of a supermodel, check (she was wearing black PVC, spikes and feathers, it was never explained.) The school girl in the sailor fuku uniform. The dork hero, the dork hero's master, and hey, a transsexual villain. Fun film, though at times kind of grosse.

And now, in the words of the Skeleton of Cadavera: I sleep now.

I'm reading RPS.

I'm enjoying reading RPS.

*headdesk*

I blame the stress. So much stress. This is meant to be a fucking holiday dammit. Must type up speaker packages.