Superman is a sad sad movie with many mind-numbing qualities. The first and foremost is Superman himself – who is, throughout the movie, very very pretty. With his skin tight outfit (pure eye-candy) and blank face, he will definitely remind you (those of you who have seen the previous superman movies) of Christopher Reeve. Not as broad as Reeve but of the same brain dead category. (No offense to the paraplegic community, but Reeve’s face seemed frozen even before he got paralysed.) Anyway, Kate Bosworth was definitely not a better Lois Lane than Teri Hatcher. And James Marsden was so unused. Damn it. They killed him off in X3 and made him “the other guy” in this one. Kevin Spacey was the saving grace of this movie. He was brilliant. He had all the great dialogues and looked perfectly evil.

And yeah, Superman has a son.

In other news, the dad was here and friday. And the sis saturday and sunday. She saw superman and was appropriately disdainful. Only, she was not as bothered by the lack of James Marsden as I was. Ate out a lot, enjoyed a light drizzle, drank some obscenely priced "Yemeni" Mocha (coffee @Rs.105!! Decadent), came back home and saw Kundun. Awesome Martin Scorcese. Real story of the current Dalai Lama's childhood. Good stuff. The kid was great.

Hey, I finally have a bed. I bought it on saturday and it really makes a difference! No more mattress on the floor for me!!! Yippee.