Last weekend was nothing short of a movie-watching frenzy for my wife and me. On Friday, we saw School of Rock which she kept calling School House Rock. However you'd like to refer to it, it was good. It's refreshing to know that Richard Linklater can make another fun movie after such heady fare as Waking Life. Not that I didn't like that movie, it's just that I get migraines whenever I think about it.

On Saturday, we saw Intolerable Cruelty. Although I liked it, I stopped thinking about it by the time I got home. The movie was full of close-ups of George Clooney and Catherine Zeta Jones. Their beauty only reminded us in the audience how unattractive we really are, except my wife; she's hot.

Saturday nights are meant for parties, bar mitzvahs, and discos. So of course it would make sense that we watched Philadelphia. The movie was an early birthday gift from my mother-in-law. I'm not exactly sure what it is about me that made her think of Philadelphia, but it was a very sweet gesture and she's one of the sweetest people I know. The movie made me want to buy those action figures that they advertised on SNL. Where can I get those?

And yesterday we saw Kill Bill. Tom's description did it justice so I won't go into it. I just want to say that I'm glad Erin, the love of my life, is cool enough to see that movie with me. Not only that, she didn't want to leave in the middle, when the going got bloody, like the female half of the couple next to us did. Yes, I picked a good one.