Once again, I’m sitting in the theater, filled with hope that the next two hours of my life will have not been spent in vein. Ahh disappointed yet again. There were times that I laughed out loud at rediculious scenes and over the top unbelievability. But ultimately, I felt my time was murdered in some slow motion sequence right in front of my eyes and the filmmakers had declared my loss, collateral damage. Now I’m lost in a self deluded little fantasy that makes me think that I can sneak, unnoticed, into the bowels of Warner Brothers and reap revenge on the visual terrorists that took part of my life away. In a fantastic action scene, I escape the villians by sliding down the stairs on my back and end up in the mailroom only to discover another a fiendish plot; they are making more films. Many explosions, where nobody good gets hurt, finds me the hero, waking up just as the credits roll, wondering where I am and why.

Sometimes leaving is your last conquest.