The Night Just Got a Little Darker

     I have a confession, faithful readers.  This week hasn't been easy on me.  It's been a rough couple days.  First I heard about how much money the animated jelly-bean feces movie Hop made over the weekend (Hint: less than 38.2 million, more than 38 million), and the fact that Russell Brand is in it makes it that much worse.  Speaking of that asshole, I went to the movies this weekend to see Insidious (review to come), which was disappointing and not scary to say the least, unless you count Rose Byrne's acting, and I found a poster advertising for the release of the remake of Arther, which Brand will also star in.  So much horrible-ness in so little time.  When it rains, it pours.

    So I was depressed as it was.  And it was only Monday.  But now, I have even more reasons to contemplate jumping out of a window onto a train that's on fire, because I woke up today to three atrocious words: Smith.  Shymalan.  MOVIE.  

    Oh, yes, it has happened.  Will and Jaden Smith, along with wife/mom Jada Pinkett Smith are going to be producing/acting in a sci-fi crime film with M. Night Shymalan, whose career has plummeted faster than a hot air balloon made out of lead with a hole in the top and fat people in the basket.  The story will be set a thousand years into the future, and will follow the journey of a young boy navigating a barren planet with his estranged father.  I'm going to go ahead and make a few bold statements here - this movie is going to be in 3-D, have Justin Beiber as an extra, and possibly rip off The Road.  Oh, and it will suck.  All we have to do is look for the Signs, and ask ourselves, what's Happening?  I can go all day with clever Shymalan puns.  Wow I feel better already.