I just came back from a dinner-movie night I threw for three friends. There was supposed to be seven of us, but only three could make it.
It was, of course, a movie I wrote - Magika. I don't normally throw dinner-movie nights.
I must say, that this second time watching it is better than the first. I allowed myself to enjoy it - the songs, Diana Danielle, the jokes - and I suspect that the rest enjoyed it as well.
The usually cynical Cheepork even said that it was all right.
So now, I'm watching Sherlock - a British production of Sherlock Holmes in contemporary London.
Cheers!
