Captain's log, supplemental: (Meaning you would have to read the previous post to get the whole picture. Or not.)
I just finished watching The Protector and let me say, the final battle is a glorious and brutal bone cracking bruise fest of Kill Bill proportions, and I mean like the scene at the House of Blue Leaves. Ya know I mean Beatrix versus the Crazy 88. Just no blood and it is in color.
I have now moved onto Home Movies. Here is a taste. Do not worry it tastes good.
Brendan: "Melissa how high can you jump?"
Melissa: "How high do you need?"
Brendan: "18 feet."
Jason: "That was a haiku."
Mmmmm, delicious is it not?
I just finished watching The Protector and let me say, the final battle is a glorious and brutal bone cracking bruise fest of Kill Bill proportions, and I mean like the scene at the House of Blue Leaves. Ya know I mean Beatrix versus the Crazy 88. Just no blood and it is in color.
I have now moved onto Home Movies. Here is a taste. Do not worry it tastes good.
Brendan: "Melissa how high can you jump?"
Melissa: "How high do you need?"
Brendan: "18 feet."
Jason: "That was a haiku."
Mmmmm, delicious is it not?
angryadam:
I haven't seen the Protector yet. My roommate tried to show everyone one night when we were all too jolly to care. He has the foreign release from a long time ago.