July 18, 2003


Motoshi, Miho and I are going to see Johnny English (or Johnny Engrish, as we call it here at The Dojo) tonight. I may return a full report on the movie later this evening, or I may just have a few scorpion bowls at Jack’s and pass out in a dumpster.

Either way, it’ll be a typical Friday night.

This is long past-due, but here we go:
The movie was positively dreadful.
The only way it could have been remotely enjoyable is if you didn’t understand the language it was written in, and you hit yourself so hard in the head with a kite bar you trailed blood all the way to the theatre.
See Pirates of the Carribbean instead, and smile at how good Johnny Depp makes you feel.