...entire armies slaughtered by flying sword-wielding assassins, people demolished by a veritable rain of arrows....and only one, shimmering, translucent drop of blood in the entire movie.

Hero was so very pretty though. The battle of the two gorgeous, scarlet-gowned swordswomen in a grove of ancient trees, brilliant yellow leaves swirling-magnificient. If only we could all die so beautifully, poignantly, heroically.

:)

It was my first night out 'n about with my new housemate, Rebecca-she is hellaciously good company. We went to the Palace, as she calls The Pacific Place Cinema downtown. It's a good name considering the overwhelming grandiousity of the edifice. It's sort of surreal riding the threee thousand or so escalators up and up and up through all the hoity-toity stores where you'd probably need a hundred bucks to purchase a hairpin. But there is a pretty cool brewpub up in the clouds there, so we we tossed back a few before the movie started.

It was lovely. But what the heck happened to Sky?