Last week LB and I went to see Kung Fu Panda at the theater. It was cute. The hero is a panda raised by a goose. The villain is a snow leopard raised by a brown panda (LB had to explain what he was; I'd never seen one before). The story is very similar to the Monkey King, at least in the travel companions and the scroll. I won't say more-don't want to give it away.
I rented Vantage Point but wasn't that thrilled with it even though it's supposed to be a political action thriller. The story is okay, but the rewinding that the film does, repeatedly, was a little distracting.
Then I came down with a cold on the eve of the fourth-started with super sneezes (G said I was going to blow my head off if I didn't stop) and by the morning of the holiday I was running a fever and it hurt to swallow. No parade for me. But I should know better than to watch anything sad when I'm sick. First I watched Steel Magnolias on tv (even though I have it) and cried, and then I watched Hilary and Jackie, a film about sisters who were a talented flutist and world-renowned cellist. Jackie died of MS at 42, so I cried again. That's just about my quota for the year.