Then, we took a break from sightseeing so that I could do the very exciting task of applying for teaching jobs before heading out for our first Ethiopian meal ever. I surreptitiously eyed the family next to us, trying to see how they used the bread to dip up from the large platter in front of them. I need not have worried. One of the sisters that seemed to own the place tore off a piece of the flatbread when she brought the plate, wrapping up small tidbits of the various vegetarian dishes, and then feeding me as if I was a baby bird, then walking off, nodding as if she were satisfied with my pleased murmurs. We polished off the meal, and then took our full bellies just down the street to the movie theater to see "Cowboys and Aliens."
Wait, just hold on a moment before you judge.
Remember, we just spent days driving through the American West. We saw all the desert scenes that we expected to see in the movie. And were we ever satisfied. We had several hopes for the movie:
- Good western genre cliches
- Daniel Craig kicking ass (pardon my French, but that was my wish)
- Olivia Wilde looking...well....like Olivia Wilde, if you get my drift. (My husband's wish)
- Explosions
- Western scenery
We were satisfied on all counts. Daniel Craig wakes up in the desert, looking just like the territory we just drove through. Within the first five minutes of the movie, he has beaten up a gang of tough Westerners. Olivia Wilde's clothing gets soaked through not once, but twice, and then there's another scene...There is a shootout that results in large explosions. And oh, the cliches. They hit them all: the town bully, the loner who seems tough but has a heart of gold, the sheriff, the pretty girl, a gang of outlaws, robberies, Indian ambushes, a saloon brawl, and the hero, riding off alone.
Not to mention, chaps are flattering to any man with a nice posterior, but Daniel Craig as a rugged cowboy in chaps...well let's just say I couldn't be too jealous of Charles' crush on Olivia.
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