... well, maybe just sick and tired. Catchy song anyway. I'm at home, suffering along with the flu after a full weekend of entertaining my baby sis. In retrospect it didn't seem like we were all that busy, but we did manage to hit the New England Aquarium, Harvard, the site of the Boston Tea Party, a Bruins game, Coolidge Corner, a bunch of restaurants, and three movies into the four days she was here. No wonder i'm ill.

Only one movie was seen in a theater: Bend It Like Beckham, an English film about an Indian teen who wants to break from the regimented, traditional lifestyle dictated by her culture and play soccer. Very entertaining movie, one that handled the cultural issues intelligently without passing judgement on the East vs. West debate. Jess's conversations with her poster of David Beckham made me smile. Highly recommended, even given it's predisposition towards Manchester United. When's "Bend It Like Zola" going to come out?

The other two movies were videos we watched on Sunday night. My Big Fat Greek Wedding oddly dealt with many of the same cultural issues as Beckham. The Greek version was entertaining, but seemed a bit pasted together in parts. My Greek friend at work tells me the image of Greek culture presented in the film is one that went out with the 1950's. Our second video, Super Troopers from the comedy troupe Broken Lizard, cracked me up. A refreshingly pointless, belly-laugh, low budget zinger with male nudity and Afghanistanimation.

And the movies keep coming: i tivoed the Charlton Heston 70's apocalypse thriller, The Omega Man, and Spielberg's collaboration with the late Stanley Kubrick, A.I., last night. I can't help but watch Charlton Heston and expect him to bust out with "get your hands off me, you damn dirty ape!". That movie was alright ... funny that Hilary and i were discussing biblical references in films on our way to the airport (she claims The Matrix is a new testament allegory), and The Omega Man closes with Charlton Heston in a crucifix pose, having given the vital vaccine (made from his blood, no less) to the world. Haven't checked out A.I. yet, we'll see if it's any better than that catastrophe Minority Report.