The films on the plane to Vegas were pretty poor - darn NWA. However, they did show Finding Neverland - the story of J.M. Barrie's friendship with a family who inspired him to create Peter Pan. It was wonderful and childlike and filled with adult sadness all at the same time. Just marvy.
This weekend has been a film-fest all in the name of relaxation. On Friday, we watched both the Bourne Supremacy and Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy, the first film having the best car chases, the latter having the best lines ("I'm gonna smash your face on that windshield, then I'm gonna call your mom, take her out for a nice seafood dinner and never call her again").
Last night we watched The Village which had an unusual concept and was creepy in places. I was marginally disappointed but did like it for its non-commercial horror flick elements. And apparently it had a $60 million budget! Man, that film was like a leaky bucket.