Movies. And no, I'm not dead

Yesterday was movie Friday. I killed my bank account and took Mumsy to see HP:OotP. Which earns a thumbs up for the most part, and to keep spoilage behind a cut, we'll rate as follows:
4,5,1/2, any other movie in creation, 3.
To me, 1/2 are kinda interchangeable, except two is darker.

( Frickin' Umbridge. )

Oh, and Ginny bears more than a passing resemblence to Lily, eh? And in case you wondered, it wasn't swamped. Saw it at the Eye-sore, and there were maybe a dozen other people at our showing, but then again, they were playing the movie every half hour, so really, it shouldn't have been swamped too early in the day.

The big problem with seeing the movie was we got a large popcorn and I ate a ton of it. This is a little unusual as I almost never eat anything past the previews [most of which screamed, "Don't see me!"] and bad because popcorn makes me ill. Woe!

Then I came home and watched Bobby, since it was due yesterday. Oops. Good movie, though sometimes the dialog was a little forced. I sniffled at felt cheated. Not in the movie, but politically speaking. Overall, I actually really liked Bobby, though it was jam packed with people to the point that you wondered if they could cram another recognizable face in and was it necessary to see Shia's ass? *ponders*
Annnnnnnd to round out our movie madness, I watched A Prairie Home Companion this morning. Cute movie where you just sort of let yourself slide into someone else's life for a little while.

[Yes, the last two flicks were part of a mini Lohan binge. Shove it.]