Okay, so I've been getting my kicks from more action fare, as of late. I don't know if it has anything to do with life pouring down on me, but since this is not a confessionals page, that's neither here nor there. Milla Jovavich has been cooing me through the nights. I have been snuggling up with the Resident Evil movies which are rather fun, though progressively worse. The first is fun with a sufficiently gorged budget and leaves off for a promising sequel. The sequel succumbs a tad too decadently to its videogaming lineage. The ruiner is a figure (this is in Apocalypse, mind you) who mutates from the first film into a sterioded version of the Chatterteeth cenobite with a automatic machine gun and a rocket launcher. The absolute ridiculousness of this malevolent and indestructible monster wielding machine guns is like sprinkling sugar on your icing and distracts from the creepy zombiage. But Jovavich knows how to steal the scene and when she comes careening thorough the large stained-glass window of a church on a motorcycle, guns ablaze, that's fun. More fun than most things I can think of at the moment. But that's just me.