I said, “Wow, I’m kind of into Nicholas Cage in this movie,” and then I threw up in my mouth a little.
Monday, December 24th, 2007So in lieu of spending all my free time leading up to Christmas fighting with my dad, I dragged him and my mother out of the house to see National Treasure: Book of Secrets, even though I hadn’t seen the first movie, and about oh, say, 10 minutes into it, I said, “Holy shit, this movie is really gay,” and about 20 minutes into it, I said, “Okay, but dude, Nicholas Cage is in it, and–no.” But then like, an hour mark into this film I said, “Fuck. I want him and Riley to have babies.” In conclusion, this, like the Da Vinci Code, was a movie that played into my conspiracy theorist tendencies, love of art/American history, and had dangerously codependent male relationships — Santa has been good to me this year, folks.