Xtra edition

So, the gang (comprising me, Otis, Mighty Mel, Johnbai, Cair-uhl, Dingo, and Made-his-Mark) went to the premiere of X-Men 3: The Last Stand at the Cinerama last night, and enjoyed a decent Mexican meal up on Cap Hill afterwards. It was a great night; here are some observations:

I dunno about the others, but we scored nearly-free parking downtown. Yay!

The Cinerama is big. Nice to see a movie in a big theater again.

The lines for concessions were so long that we bailed out and skipped the popcorn (including delicious buttery-flavered oil) so we wouldn't miss the trailers. It turned out they didn't start the projector until 20 minutes late anyway, which was also annoying in its own way.

There was a new Superman trailer (which looks even better than the internet one), a trailer for Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (which looks like great fun); one for Jet Li's Fearless (which Johnbai was all over and which does look pretty good); one for Nacho Libre (which Dingo thought, and others agreed, might be a little third-gradish, but which Johnbai loved), and one other for My Super Ex-Girlfriend (about which others were hopeful for its (a) genre-squishing (superheroes-chick flick-comedy), (b) for Luke Wilson's hipness, and (c) for Uma Thurman's Uma-ness, but which I think is going to (a) fall flat).

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People are cranky! A baby cried about 20 minutes into the movie, and the bad energy (and foul language) on both sides of the issue was nastier than it had any right to be. Man!

Oh, and the movie itself? Pretty darn good. Everyone was happy with it, and the conversation at dinner was pretty much like this, except without the costumes.