Musings upon the mystery of bad cinema.

I have come to the conclusion that holidays are bad for me. For a few reasons:

1. I sit at home and do nothing. Although, this isn't so much the holidays' fault as it is my own. I'm just lazy.

2. I'm occuppied with nothing. Take today, for instance. I have slept. I woke up, I ate lunch, now I'm watching Scrubs and posting on here. Later I'll go to work.

Somtimes I wonder if my life is boring...but then I realise that I'm actually completing a university degree...I have lots of friends, I have hobbies. Maybe I'm just expecting too much.

Leaving that, I will say this. I made a mistake one day. My then girlfriend, Caitlyn, decided we would go to the movies one evening. Sure! Fine! Anyone who knows me knows I love films and film-making, so sure. Let's go to the movies. Ah, but then she decided SHE would pick the movie. Um...okay. Let's go. So we...well, she, decided to see "Be Cool", with John Travolta and Uma Therman.

I nearly cried after that film. I was just filled with such emotion.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I wasn't sad. I wanted to cry tears of rage. That film was one of the worst films I have ever seen.

Which brings me to my next point. After I saw "Be Cool", I thought I could never see a worse film.

But then, my youth group decided to go and see The Da Vinci Code.

I won't explain a lot here...but I will say this:

If I ever meet Dan Brown, I will rip out his heart, eat it, and display his corpse on top of a tall building for all to see.

The love of Jesus, hey?

I realise I could have just said The Da Vinci Code sucks, but in the words of Dr Perry Cox, "See, that's what makes it delicious".

And as the minutes go on, my heart keeps healing. I have to keep hope that everything will be alright in the end.

And yet, considering the situation, I feel selfish for thinking it's all about me. Because it isn't.