Yesterday, I zipped over to Hiperpaís (the big mall -- last seen in the excitement of xmas eve and confused Mayans riding escalators) to check out the movie offerings. I was there just in time to catch Troya, so... I did.
Thoughts: Yet another war movie, and not even a particularly interesting retelling of the story. Lots of eye-candy, certainly, but... it seemed to be trying to be a very serious consideration of the whole immortality-through-legend concept, and for me, it all fell kinda flat on that.
What I came away with: A general reminder that war is incredibly stupid and that in any conflict both sides have good guys and bad guys. I found myself unable to want either side to win in this telling of the story (even knowing who wins, etc.) I wish, though, that wars were still fought hand-to-hand. Bloody and awful, yes, but somehow much more human in scale than the abstractness of bombs, planes, and missiles.
Oh, yeah, and I can't leave out my favorite part: Mmm. Men in skirts!
Today, I'm meeting up with a friend to hang out a bit. I'm hoping to walk up to the cemetary, which I've heard is pretty special.
