Zorro

To avoid remaining a recluse all week, I have agreed to head out to the cinema despite my cold. Moldova wanted to see Zorro before the rest of her countrymen. I know for a fact that Obi Wan loved the first film, so we make a night of it and have, The Kiwi, The Bulgarian Bride, Obi Wan, Moldova and me.

Since everyone except me works in the Bijlmer, we decide to go to Pathe Arena:



Don't let the photo fool you folks. If Amsterdam ever need an enema, they will stick the tube in the Bijlmer. I'm not often this far out of Amsterdam. I've been plenty times before, but you always forget how horrible scaffolding and concrete can look. I don't often use Amsterdam's metro system so it's a bit of an adventure to get there. Anytime I've been on the metro I've not been on the underground bit, so bizarrely makes me feel like I'm travelling.

People arrive in dribs and drabs, coming from thier various large concrete buildings. Obi Wan is very surprised to see us. He hadn't realised we were going to the cinema as well. He's just back from a week in Bulgaria. I ask how it was. It was amazing aparently, he bought some star wars lego. So much for Shopska Salata, Rakia and spekaing your mother tongue - maybe when he's a little older. So, popcorn in hand, we head to see Zorro:



From the onset, the film is pure cheese. It's wonderfully tongue in cheek. Somersaults for no reason during sword fighting. Fighing while holding a baby - all the rest. Any close ups of Catherine Zeta Jones feature fuzzy filter's which make it look like something out of gone with the wind(Either that or she write this requirment into her contract).

There's some good lines, great fights, great comedy moments. Everyone enjoys it, including Obi Wan, which is the real test. On coming out of the cinema, The Kiwi asks:

"You gonna trade in your light saber for a sword, bro. "
Immediatly Obi Wan has already thought of the answer:
"NO!!"

Zorro's good, but the light saber still wins.

We head back by Metro and call in on a bar I used to drink in for a few bedtime beers:



It´s a great old place for a good beer, and it´s wooden cosiness and candlelight is perfect for the mingingly drizzley weather outside. We are all pretty ill or tired and we don´t stay for long. I take Moldova home while The Kiwi heads off for his bike. As we leave the bar, I can´t help likeing the small of the fresh rain as we are huddled under the umbrella. It reminds me of Scotland. Good honest rain.

I get the tram home trundling along to my iPod and reading a book. I´m sure we all fall asleep to dreams of sword fighting and latino beauties.....