So yes, after staring distractably at bits of airshow and planes whizzing around in flashy formations, we went and watched movies at a friend's, neither of which I'd seen before. The Iron Giant was once recommended to me as the best film a friend had ever seen (by Ray, for the Too crowd who should know of whom I speak). I'm not sure I'd say that, but it was quite a good movie, I enjoyed it, and I'm glad I've finally seen it. The most useful lesson I learned from watching the movie is that hiding underneath a table with my arms protecting my head will keep me safe and sound from nuclear holocaust. Very reasssuring.
High Risk was a Hong Kong action flick, which was delightfully fun. Kung Fu hijinks with an aging, drunken action star (Jacky Cheung) and his bodyguard (Jet Li), lots of elegant women, and even more bad guys - including some of the same women. It was not all that well subtitled to the point that part of the comedy of the parody (for it was one, of Die Hard), although perhaps not one of the intended funny parts was in the way they were done. For instance, the subtitles were all in white, so we missed a fair number of lines of dialog early on when a guy with a white jacket on was standing behind them. Or when a guy in the movie said "Bingo" and it was subtitled, in English, "Oh yeah."
Off to the Renaissance Fair tomorrow!