Smyres and I went to see Munich last night. We went in when the snow was just starting and came out to white-out conditions.
More importantly, though, I managed to miss about 80% of the film’s message because I was too busy drooling over Eric Bana. Here is a sample conversation to demonstrate:
Me: That. Was a good movie.
Me: I guess a lot of people were pissed at Spielberg, because it’s not pro-Israel.
Smyres: It’s not anti.
Me: No, but I mean, he really gives you both sides of the problem. And no easy answers, which I feel is kinda different for him.
Smyres: I’ve never known what to make of the Israel issue anyway. I feel like I don’t know enough about it and am too far away from it to really get what’s going on.
Me: Yeah, I know what you mean. What do you think Eric Bana thinks?
Me: Cuz that’s what I think. I’ve just decided.
Seriously, this man is so hot, it’s sort of wrong. He even has the sticky-outy ears, so he’s not obnoxiously perfect, unlike, say, Brad Pitt, whose charm has always eluded me. And yes, before you mention it, I do know that Eric Bana is already married. So it’s not like I’m moving to Australia to stalk him. That you know of.