Blabla d'un mercredi soir

The Three Musketeers (2011) is one of the worst movies I've ever seen. And I love half of the casting of that train wreck.
There was an airships battle above the Channel who ended at Notre-Dame when one of the airship crashed landed on top of it.
And it ended with the king and queen dancing in the garden while the second airship exploded in the background. 
It's trash. Trash trash trash.
There were Matthew MacFadyen & Mads Mikkelsen in it and I hated it. 

When I was re-telling the best scene to Foh I was laughing so hard I cried. That's how bad it was. I think they blew all the money in the "special effects" (and it was the kind of special, they're talking about in GenKill) and had nothing left for a scenarist. Nothing at all. They just went from one idea to the next. We need doomed romance. We need explosions. Airships are cool.

It was worst than Prometheus but I was still less angry at it. Still the same waste of a mostly good cast. 

---

Two meetings tonight. 
I don't want to go out in the cold cold night.  
I don't have a choice. 
I won't be home before midnight I think. 

---

I'm crazy about birds in the snow. I must have taken three or four dozens pictures of birds in the snow since last week.
I'm crazy. About birds. In the snow.