a history of me

Hmmph, today was kind of a mixed bag. My sister came down this afternoon for Father's Day. We went over to Serendipity 3 for lunch and, naturally, there was an hour wait. We anticipated this so we left our names and took a stroll around town to pass the time. We timed our return perfectly and we were seated right away. If you've never been to Serendipity 3 I highly recommend it. The menu is varied and the desserts are awesome. I know I'm supposed to eating less but this was a special occasion, after all. The piece de resistance is the "Forbidden Broadway Sundae," a giant dish with vanilla ice cream, hot fudge, real whipped cream (the best I've ever had) and a big slice of what they call "Chocolate Blackout Cake." If you can actually eat the whole thing, I salute you!

We came home and discussed potential movies to see. Obviously Dad had the final say so we went downtown to see Cinderella Man. Much like last week's dispute over the movie Crash, I found myself disagreeing with most movie critics (as well as my family). I thought the movie was poorly written with one-dimensional characters and hackneyed script devices. I shouldn't have been surprised given that the grossly incompetent Akiva Goldsman was involved. The villain of the movie was real-life boxer Max Baer who was inexplicably portrayed as a racist monster who reveled in the fact that he had killed two of his opponents (one of those kills is actually disputed). I took great offense to this as there was no reason to demonize Max Baer in order to tell a compelling story about James Braddock. That's worse than lazy writing, that's practically slander.