Tonight, while another summer t-storm swept through our fair city, Jen and I caught Mr. and Mrs. Smith. First off, I prefer Brad Pitt playing insane people (Fight Club, Snatch, Twelve Monkeys, the Mexican) and his odd body language throughout the movie was just enough insane for me. The his and hers hit squads with Vince Vaughn as Pitt’s buddy made it feel like Dodgeball mixed with Ocean’s Eleven; trash-talking dialogue mixed with lots and lots of explosions. Did I mention the shoot outs? or the explosions? or where Mr. and Mrs. Smith change into something more fashionable before walking into a gun fight?

My disbelief was suspended like an elevator right before the charge on its cable detonates.