l'Homme araigné.

The Spider Man.

Tuesday was May Day, a national holiday in France. It was definitely the quietest I've seen the streets. To take advantage of the holiday, I assume, Sony released Spiderman 3 here that day, three days earlier than in the States! So of course, we went. If you know me (and you do), you know that I really liked it, and was far more forgiving of the schmaltz, dialogue, and length than my viewing partners. C'mon, it was awesome. I thought that Topher Grace was just super excellent as Eddie Brock/Venom — I would have dug a whole movie of him. Alas, he had to split screen time with two other villains (both of whom were pretty awesome themselves). Oh well. I'll also mention an especially funny scene involving a very stereotypically "French" maître'd, played by the incomparable Bruce Campbell. All of les Français in the audience seemed to enjoy our version of them as much as I did. Brandon said afterwards that they like it because it's sort of true. All I know is that I think that I would get a kick out of seeing an "American" character in a French film. (By the way, the French don't translate "Spiderman" into "l'Homme Araigné." They just say "Speederman." It's adorable.)

After the film, Justin, Lucie, Brandon and I went to the Parisian Chinatown and had dinner. It was Chinese food, no different than I'm used to. I think that's the first dinner we've eaten out, so I can't tell you much about the food scene. Bread, cheese, wine — but you knew that.