We were out late tonight, watching Batman Begins, in the hottest theater on the planet. It was so hot in there, they gave everyone passes to come back for free. Which meant that my night went something like this...movie spoilers not really intended...but...watch out anyway...

Is that supposed to be Tibet? What are they doing? My knees hurt. I'm getting. So. Old. Can't even sit in a theater without wanting to stand up and straighten my legs every five minutes. Christian Bale was so much cuter in Little Women. I'm getting kinda warm. Oooo. Bat suit. That psychiatrist guy has really weird lips...and he looks like a punk. Aay! What did he just put on? It's getting hot in here. Am I the only one noticing this? Dude! What are those guys doing at his party? Ooh. I'm hot. Go Sirius Gordon! Drive! Drive! I am roasting alive in here. Yeah, yeah, rubble and ash, Katie Holmes, hot, HOT, HOT!

If I'd been in Gotham, I'd have suffocated. Because I almost did. It was a pretty good movie though. Michael Caine is super cool.

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