Couch potato day

I've spent the whole day sitting on the sofa, cross stitching and watching movies. It was glorious.

I just finished watching King Arthur. I still think the film would have done much better had it been called Artorius Rex instead of King Arthur. I must admit that I liked it even better on this my third viewing than I did on my previous two.

In America was a lovely little film. One of those good things happen to good people kind of films.

I'm not sure what I was expecting from Beyond Borders, but political commentary disguised as a romance film was not it. I didn't particularly care for it, not because of its political message but because the romance part that I was supposed to buy into just didn't work for me. This was basically one of those movie of the week films starring Jane Seymour you see on the Lifetime network.

After having watched two Clive Owen movies in one day, I can now say that he doesn't do a thing for me. I still think he's kind of wooden, that he holds back something from his performances. Ioan Gruffudd, on the other hand, seems to be comfortable inhabiting the skin of the character he plays.