alright
first things first
family bonding today. sure it's a weird time.
but seems like we're only free on weird days.
went to catch mr. and mrs. smith at j8
warning: major spoiler ahead
damn if the leading lady ain't hot
ok so the story is basically like two assassins
living under the same roof unaware
of each other's identity. amazing.
but their assignments cross and they meet
in the dessert.
brad pitt arrives in a bugy that looks ready for the scrapyard
and angelina jolie makes her get away on a scrambler
no doubt who's cooler. the lady.
she's got style. and substance.
so ok they discover each other's identity
then try to take each other out
jane smith wields the big guns
john smith grasps the "pistol" with a silencer.
she should have finished him.
but she didn't. sadly.
and he manhandles her. oh wow.
they didn't die and hence are a liability
so the agency takes them out.
or tries to anyway
gotta love the escape scene from the razed house.
mr smith can't drive so the missus takes over
astounding driving i say.
mrs. " you got it?"
mr. " yeah i got it"
-repeats-
then she slams the brakes
swerves the car and single handedly demolishes 2 car full of agents
wooohooo gotta love her. sweet.
she's one mean shooter.
fast forward no interesting bits.
oh yea here's a nice one
mr " so how many people have you killed?"
mrs. "... ..."
mr" oh kay i'll go first. 50 or 60 i don't keep track. yeah have been around the block"
-silence-
mrs. "312 people"
mr. -stares-" how'd ya do it?"
mrs. " sometimes i take out two at a time"
mr. -hand up and signals don't talk to me-
marvelous way to burst the infalting ego.
fast forward again
in the end, they tear down a whole warehouse
and the whole crack troop. incredible.
the show ends with the scene at the psychiatrist
mr. " ask the sex question again"
hilarious.

dad decided to point out all the 'impossibles' of the movie
ok so its impossible for 2 of them to take down the whole crack troop without a nick
save the mrs' knife that accidentally hit the mr.
the effects were nice but the recoil was missing... ok
both mum and dad agreed that an agent somehow or rather would in the end be taken out by their own agencies. pity.
and for a moment i wanted to be a secret agent.
mum suggested the CAD instead. great

rah ushering duties tmr.
not so early to bed but early to rise, makes my grumpy nasty and altogether not very nice.

now if sleep eludes me tonight i clearly know why.