Now, we can add 'explosive clothing and kung fu cooking' to that list.
God of Cookery is a treat of a film. There's really not much I can say that Mistress Sassy hasn't already gone over. Shaolin Kung fu powers. Archrivals. Life-affirming messages. Conspiracy. Exploding clothing. Definitely worth tracking down.
So, had dinner with Operative X at the Du Claw last night (allow me to recommend the peppered tuna appetizer they just added.) On the way there, I mention Mistress Sassy was going to lend me God of Cookery and she's all 'oh, my roommate owns that, but I haven't seen it yet.' And since Muvico didn't hold many good late-night viewing choices, we retired to her abode for the film. Which she fell asleep halfway through. Heh. (I'm a brilliant conversationalist, you see.) So, crashed on her extra-comfy furniture for a few hours, then headed home and couldn't get back to sleep efficiently. Cats are devils.
