The man who don’t know fear (7/7/97)
____________
Attempting to address myself more seriously to my duties as house reviewer, I set off down the Boulder Creek bikepath this evening determined to view
Face/Off for the purposes of critical appraisal; and, had, indeed, bopped absently three-quarters of the way from hither to yon, thinking the usual pleasantly unencumbered thoughts about programming semantics, image processing, and the advantages of the five-act over the three-act parsing of the motion picture scenario, when quite unexpectedly I encountered LeeLoo, the Babe With The Yellow Walkman, jogging/and/or/jiggling in the opposite direction. Duty and lust warred briefly in my bosom, with predictable results: I turned around and started running after her; not, however, without delay sufficient that she ditched me somewhere behind Boulder High School. Thus we lose on both counts, I’m afraid. At least until tomorrow night.
____________Con Air (6/29/97)
