The choice tonight was a tough one: see 28 Weeks Later or see Pirates of the Caribbean. I don't like horror films nor do I like contrived pirate films, so I did not relish in the chance to spend a bunch of money on either of them. But in the end, I chose Pirates since I could probably sit through the movie without wetting my pants, and I might as well.

Trilogies must be the most bankable thing in Hollywood these days. Give them one solid opener, and your film studio will shower millions of dollars to make the movie more confusing and terrible with each subsequent part of the story. Enter The Matrix, X-Men, Pirates of the Caribbean. Or maybe the reason why Pirates failed was because of Jerry Bruckheimer. Who knows, but the movie just failed at the very thing that made it interesting in the first place, spawning thousands of pirate parties on college campuses (I know. I have seen the facebook albums).

Of course not all trilogies are bad. I don't know how those wound up to be good. Somehow those franchises didn't get so enraptured in themselves that they forgot that the audience has to deal with their self-adulation during the movie.

Another 7.75 wasted. Arrgh.

On the topic of movies, I have recently become interested in screen writing. I am not a very good creative writer. I may have some potential, but my skills level is stuck in the Stone Age. My writing tools are as blunt as a club. The reason why I have started, however, is to provide some way for my cousin to shoot scenes with a purpose. He is interested in film making, so I am writing a script for him to read. It's lame, but hopefully, with practice, I may write a good, compelling script.

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