Fantastic 25

Jessica Alba is back!

Unfortunately, she’s decided to tie the knot and the lucky groom is Mr. Fantastic. Not bad for a geek.
I went to see the Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer with a bunch of friends. Actually, ‘a bunch’ was thoroughly an understatement; ‘a mob’ was more appropriate. There were 25 of us, all were eager to see Alba in tight. Well, maybe that last statement applied to me only.

Anyway, armed with popcorns, peanuts, fries, and all sorts of sugar-spiked liquid, we conquered a quarter of the available breathing space in the studio. Pandemonium almost ensued when some of the guys started hurling popcorns at each other, but hard, disapproving stares from people around gave us a harsh reminder that we were grown-ups albeit in a crowded room gaping at some comic superheroes.

The movie was okay, and I am not going to dwell on the plot. The bottom line, I was thrilled as we were breaking my personal record for nonton bareng. These days, it’s not easy to assemble a group of friends to have some fun, let alone a throng of self-proclaimed busy narcissists. Afterwards, we made a vow to break the freshly-achieved Fantastic 4 record with Shrek 3, coming soon to theaters unwise enough to admit us.