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Thursday, August 05, 2004 A few weeks back, late one night, I stumbled across a bit of the 'The Bourne Identity' during a brief pre-bedtime spin around the channels. Knew nothing about the film except the names Matt Damon (talented actor) and Robert Ludlum (big-selling thriller writer), never had any interest in seeing it. Found myself watching an exceptional thriller with a great cast. 'The Bourne Supremacy' came out a couple of weeks ago, I've debated going but never felt the impulse to get off my adorable butt and do it until this evening. Drove into Montpelier, a little town that looks its best on cool summer evenings like this, appearing and feeling a bit autumnal. Walked into the theater, discovered that the audience for the film was overwhelmingly female. Hmmm. A Matt Damon/beefcake thing? Don't know. The film: good. Tight, intense. (The filmmakers might want to rethink the wildly excessive handheld-camera use for the franchise's next installment.) Afterward, headed into the men's room, claimed the free urinal. At the neighboring urinal, an 8 or 9 year old (dressed in classically nerdish duds, emptying an impressively full bladder) shot a quick glance at me, then angled his little body away, in paranoically exaggerated fashion, to the point where it must have taken some effort to continue hitting the target instead of the wall. We're a strange bunch, we male humans. Madrid, te echo de menos. rws 9:28 PM [+]
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