Trash movie Saturday

My Mom, sister and brother got in from Houston yesterday. They're staying with me for a couple of days. I'm just hanging out hydrating. Went to pick up my run packet yesterday at the Palmer Events Center. Got there soon after they opened and stood in line for 45 excruciating minutes to get my run number. Wouldn't have been quite as bad if the two guys behind me hadn't rehashed in grand blow by blow details all the marathons they've run since the beginning of time. Note to guys - Nobody cares how many times you ran Goofy.

I've been gripped watching the latest commercials from Audi, Transporter 3 and Taken. Ok, they're the most recent offerings from Luc Besson, the writer that gave us La Femme Nikita and Leon: The Professional. I've learned so much about France from Luc. Apparently, it's a very dangerous country, full of assassins, drug dealers and terrorists.

However, you gotta love the Transporter series. Jason Statham's Frank Martin kicks ass, yet he always manages to look crisp in his trademark black suit, white shirt and black tie. And he actually gets to kiss the girl in the 3rd installment of this series. Good on ya, Frank.

Liam Neeson's Bryan Mills is like Frank Martin 20 years later - divorced, with a grumpy ex-wife and a daughter that lies to him constantly, he lives in a modest apartment, and drives a Camry. Yet he still knows how and when to open a can of whoop- ass. Also while wearing a suit - although he dispenses with the tie. I guess it's the more casual, retired look.

Anyway, the way these two annihilate celluloid villains and wreak havoc on Paris and greater Europe is pure escapist fun. And they also made me realize how sadly under-utilized my poor A6 Avant was when I had it.