dining with cover girls and cover boy
Criminal of the Year
The Whistle-blower and the Eeeeeeediot
Wearing green in La Porchetta
Before our assignment to meet up with the Scientology fanatic Tom Cruise at IMF (Impossible Mission Force), YF, HY and I went to the Italian pig place for dinner. I had chicken instead of my usual vegetarian pasta dish for a change, which was a fairly good choice. HY had a enormous dumpling-like thingy and YF preferred seafood pasta. As for MI3, the plot, if it had one, was quite silly that I had pretty much forgotten what the film was about except for the carnivalesque bomb scenes. Basically, not much evidence of intelligence after you've watched 24 religiously. There's the usual self-destroying video clip, the big-white-teeth Cruise smile, the sappy 'I believe yous' and the masks, but not enough sights of beautiful Maggie Q. Plus, they ought to use that awesome gum device in MI One, where you say 'red light, green light' and seconds later the whole room explodes.