Summer I

The summer drags on. It's getting hotter here, though it's not as hot as some places. Not yet, anyway. When it is, it'll be miserable to walk outside. One can only hope that if global warming is going to kill us all, it will hurry up and do it already. All this waiting is getting old.

If the world was about to end, I'd prefer it went in the direction of M. Night's new death simulation. Killer neurotoxins from plants that make people kill themselves in awesome ways? Sign me up. I have to admit to being greatly excited to see what the director can do with an R-rating. Here's to hoping it isn't anything like The Village.

The new Hulk film looks like it might have the right elements to succeed, unlike the last one. It's difficult to imagine how you could screw up a giant green monster wrecking a city, but the 2003 film was a complete disaster. Hopefully Ed Norton can draw a nice crowd on opening weekend.

Iron Man was a solid flick, and I'd pay money to see it a second time in the theater. It was entertaining, and Robert Downey Jr. is my favorite actor to play a super hero on the silver screen yet. Aside from Christian Bale, of course. I do have a slight bias toward naked chainsaw wielding blood-covered anti-heroes, so I'm more than a little excited about the next installment in the Batman re imagining. It can't come soon enough.

Then there's Pineapple Express, which, if the trailer is any indication, will definitely be right up my alley. Can't wait to see the Judd Apatow take on the drug/crime genre.