Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Today I woke up at the ungodly hour of 8:20. I still don’t know why. But I was awake, so I got up, carted the computer into the living room, and got a little work done.

Later in the afternoon, I finally took my shower, and then I watched my latest Netflix offering: Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

(Oh, didn’t I mention that I’ve joined Netflix? I only did it because of the free trial, but, like, I don’t think I can stop…)

Anyway, what a fun movie! I was laughing out loud at how crazy it was. Lots of gunfire and explosions, and plenty of sexy Angelina (well, she is!). My favorite aspect of the film was what drew me to it in the first place: the cliched marital difficulties played out in the middle of gunbattles. Fantastic.

The plot wasn’t stupid, either. At least, not as stupid as I was willing to put up with :) There were some awesome twists that the trailer didn’t suggest. (Just ignore the body counts and you’ll be fine.)

And that scene with Angelina in the dominatrix outfit…well, let’s just say that scene would have totally made the movie, if it weren’t for how it ended :> The hands-down best scene, though, is the one where they’re in the house, and they’re trying to kill each other, and then they–

Well. Maybe you should watch the movie!