movie gripes
My dad, heerojf and I went to see 21 on Friday. (Boy, was it ever fun sitting in between my menfolk and geeking out over the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull trailer. DO WANT.)
It's a good movie, and it played beautifully to what little math geekery I can muster (like, for example, an entire scene devoted to the Monty Hall Problem, which my uncle explained to me on Easter), but there was really one major thing about it that bugged me.
Why is it that in any movie or TV show or whatever, when people go to Las Vegas, they end up having full-on, butt-nekkid sex against a window on the gazillionth floor? Isn't it chilly and uncomfortable? Does no one worry that some weirdo with high-powered binoculars--and you never can tell, in Vegas--is going to see what they did there?
The dorktastic best friend named Miles was a huge plus, though. I'm so easy to please.
It's a good movie, and it played beautifully to what little math geekery I can muster (like, for example, an entire scene devoted to the Monty Hall Problem, which my uncle explained to me on Easter), but there was really one major thing about it that bugged me.
Why is it that in any movie or TV show or whatever, when people go to Las Vegas, they end up having full-on, butt-nekkid sex against a window on the gazillionth floor? Isn't it chilly and uncomfortable? Does no one worry that some weirdo with high-powered binoculars--and you never can tell, in Vegas--is going to see what they did there?
The dorktastic best friend named Miles was a huge plus, though. I'm so easy to please.