The last time I saw a movie in a movie theater was Mrs. Doubtfire in 1993 and I doubt I missed more than 6 good movies since (I later saw The Patriot and Pleasantville but on TV) and I probably got to miss 300 mediocre or bad movies.

Throw in the popcorn crud on the seats, the rude crowd talking/texting/phoning in the audience, and I think I have come out way ahead not experiencing the movie theater delight.

Sarah Palin on the other hand, could win a beauty contest were she to show up with the flu and in a bathrobe.

Oh Ilana, for shame. She didn’t use the underwear for a bomb; she used it to cover a security camera. The bomb was made of some strong chemical compounds she mixed together.

I thought it was better than many female-power films overall. She only beat men at physical prowess when she took them by surprise. When she encounters a man without surprising him, one who is trained in the same elite combat skills that she is, she gets appropriately banged up. Unlike many films, the plot was very suspenseful and surprising to me.

TV detectives, male and female, have been woefully void of realism for years on end now. Even apparently hi-tech novelists get sloppy nowadays, from the detectives to SANE nurses in their stories. It’d be so much better for my blood pressure if, at least as far as professional etiquette goes, these authors would do half as much of the research into their characters’ jobs that I do in order to mend my damaged psyche after reading their sensationalist crap.