I suppose I blog more when I am stressed and should be working...

Today, as I usually do on a Tuesday, I went to see a movie. (It's also cheap night). So, I bought a ticket to Derailed featuring Clive Owen, Jennifer Aniston and Vincent Cassel.

This was supposedly a thriller or a suspense movie. I wasn't too impressed with the thriller/suspense portion of it, and it wasn't bad. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad.

However, what I want to talk about is the supposedly "adultery" that happened between Aniston and Owen. When you put on your ring to signify that you are married for better or for worse, you don't cheat on your partner. You have to be smart enough to say, "No, I'm not going to let my little head do the thinking." But what do I know? I have never been in a relationship, so I suppose I haven't had the experience of being tempted?

And so many people came into this movie late. I don't like late movie goers, but especially ones who decide to sit in your row, and start whispering to each other right away when they sit down. I got so fed up that about maybe 5 minutes into the movie, I shouted, "On est ici pour un film, hein? (We are here for a film, huh?)" and these bozos still didn't shut up for the entire movie.