Posted by sean on February 9, 2008 at 11:16 pm in Movies with No Comments

This evening I went to see National Treasure: Book of Secrets at the cinema. I haven’t been to the cinema in a while and was surprised at the new “price structure” – £7.00. That’s bloody extortionate! No wonder people pirate films!

Anyway, the film was good – kind of a mixture of Indiana Jones, Oceans Eleven and James Bond. Some interesting facts I found out having watched it…

  • Anyone can meet the President of the United States simply by sneaking into his party in a dinner jacket
  • Likewise, you can get access to the Queen’s private quarters by hiding in a “dumbwaiter” lift
  • Everyone in England either speaks like Queen Liz or a character from a Guy Richie movie
  • You may have enough gadgets to make James Bond jealous, but you still don’t have a camera phone
  • The elderly make surprisingly good adventurers
  • If you and your wife are having relationship problems, forget marriage counselling; simply go on a long and dangerous adventure – a guaranteed way to solve your marital problems.

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