So I just finished Watchmen (I know, I know, shut up, I keep having to stop every three pages and flip back delightedly to confirm tiny visual references and shit).

And, ( uh... )

I also saw 3:10 to Yuma yesterday. ANDHEARTSSEMICOLON. Russell Crowe and his crinkly eyes may seduce me at any time they wish. If this is against a breathtaking wide-screen pan of Western-y scenery, and set to music that goes twaaaang twangtwang TWANG ululatingfluuuuute TWANGtwannnnnnng, I will not object. Also: Charlie Prince.