Sitting in Marco's basement watching an excruciating film version of one of the greatest poems ever written (The Iliad by Homer). Brad Pitt is annoying and pithy as Achilles and has about as much personality as a bag of nails in the movie. I care nothing about the fate of anyone in this film but I can't rely on everyone dying since the fight scenes are as original as an eighth grader's book report.
And you thought Cruise was gay (not that there's anything wrong with that), Brad Pitt in an Athenian skirt is wicked homo! Grease me up or lose me forever!
Racing tomorrow, and wish me luck!