I walked out of Braveheart. I know that’s going to start off controversy. But there was an idiot two rows in front of me giggling very time someone’s head got lopped off and that’s one of the reasons I loath going to the movies anyway. I can’t remember the last time I went to the theater. Probably Braveheart. But I also had other problems with that movie. One was when the young Braveheart, aka Mel Gibson at 12, stands with the young girl who’s around 8, at the grave, then many years later, there’s Mel Gibson at 50, and the same person at like 24, in love. Uh. Did I miss her cryogenic freezing?