A Wasted Evening

One of the frequent pasttimes for soldiers in Iraq is to watch movies. I have watched more movies here than I think I have throughout my entire pre-Iraq life. Last night, I wasted an entire evening watching The Bodyguard. I know the movie is ten years old, at least. But I had never seen it and there weren't any other options available at the time. So I shoved it into my computer, microwaved some frozen foreign thing that I have no idea what it was, and proceeded to be entertained. I do not mean to be unkind, but in my opinion, Kevin Costner cannot act. Watching him in a movie is like watching rocks...lifeless, unemotional, boring. Opposite Mr. Costner, as the entire world knew prior to last night, but me, was Whitney Houston. Her character was a nagging, spoiled, whiny rich b-...brat...whose life was being threatened by an alleged stalker. I have to be honest. After about fifteen minutes into the movie, I was hoping that the stalker would take out both Mr. Costner and Ms. Houston. Now that would have been interesting! And just for the record, I am talking about taking out their characters in the movie. I wish no bodily harm on either one of them in reality. But alas...that was not to be the case. Instead, I sat like a zombie in front of the screen watching an hour and some change long movie that consisted of about forty minutes of Ms. Houston singing. In one scene, Ms. Houston is dragged to the middle of nowhere...it looks like Alaska in the winter time...and meets Mr. Costner's movie dad. It's supposed to be cute that he has no idea what songs her character sings or that she is even a famous singer. I thought to myself, "Don't feel bad, Pop...I have no idea what songs the real Whitney Houston sings either." What a drag. I am ready to be back home.