Well, besides read, stitch, sleep, eat and have drinks on the beach and by the pool.
We went to see the new Clooney movie, and let me start by telling you...I would have not have read, stitched, slept or eaten all weekend if I had found this hunkaman in the pool.
Yup, George Clooney totally does it for me.
But not his latest movie, The American. Good lord, what a snore! How could someone that I've adored so much in other movies produce this movie? It was less exciting than watching paint dry. It was beyond boring. And I don't say this lightly, because I'll put up with a lot to see two hours of Clooney.
Do you remember the Warner Brothers cartoon with the singing frog who won't sing in front of an audience? And the fellow would put the frog on stage and open the curtains and there would be nothing there but a scowling frog and the sound of crickets? Well, this will be one of those "you had to be there" type of anecdotes, but there was actually a cricket hiding somewhere in the movie theater and listening to its occasional chirps was oddly appropriate. And a guy down front was yawning loudly from time to time, but nobody shushed him. We didn't have the heart.
So don't go. It'll just make you sad.