my week at the movies: absolutely nothing

I’m heading off for England very early Wednesday morning for 10 days, and I’ve already seen enough stuff to have some fresh reviews up while I’m away, so I’m sparing myself long commutes to screenings today and tomorrow. (And needless to say, I won’t be attending any press screenings while I’m in England. If I were going to be in London for 10 days, I might try to check out the press experience there, but I’ll be staying in Stratford-upon-Avon, where all the excitement is about theater, not movies. Not that I won’t be checking out that excitement, of course.)

In the few hours I’ve got left to get some work done before I leave, I’m gonna try to get up some more Hamlet and David Tennant stuff, but I won’t get through it all and will just have to endure more when I return home. Ditto all the Torchwood blogging I foolishly imagined I’d get done. Is it a good thing that my ambitions are always far greater than my reality can achieve, or a bad thing?

I’ll be cueing up stuff to post while I’m gone, and blogging fresh stuff from England, so there’s no reason why you need to take a vacation from FlickFilosopher.com just because I’m taking a little bit of a vacation from my usual physical locale.