Spin Sin City

Woke up a bit early today. Well, early for me. And waited with an abated breath... the coming of Dad.
Yeah. Seems my life of perpetual indolence will be no more.
And later night we watched Sin City. Seeing Quentin Tarantino as a guest director I readied myself for excessive blood and gore. And I wasn't disappointed. The blood that was poured from the entire movie could make a vampire drool.
And could also make my father faint. Which explains the snoring I hear on my left.
Nana being herself kept asking me questions on the entire duration of the movie. Why is it in black and white? Why is there bit of colors.
Sigh.
I enjoyed the movie... though I couldn't say it for the others. It's like Chicago for them. They say it's all music and dancing. Uhuh...
And The Phantom of the Opera should be, what, techno?