Tonight asrana and I watched Night At The Museum. It sucks in a very special kind of way. Special. Clutching-of-hands shouting "Why are we still watching this? Why?" special. Owen Wilson is its shining redeeming feature, as he is in so many films. I love him and his crazy Southern nose and how he's basically sunshine somehow packed into a human body. Other than that, though, wow, it's bad. I shall inflict it on adjectivemarcus posthaste.
Also it's full of Egyptian stuff that really got my back up. But we don't talk about that.