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Batman, Siri and Black Widow

     Hey, everyone. It is a rainy morning at the green retreat. It is also raining in Gotham City, as you can see from the above pic. Last night I played The Dark Knight Rises for a considerable time. I am now a 'level 14' and I am into the second Chapter, the third mission of that chapter.
     To get to this point, I, in my alter-ego of Bruce Wayne, had to escape from a pit. It was tough, but I persevered. To do this I had to hack doors and climb scaffolds, fight low-born knaves and climb a vertical well. It certainly felt good to get out of that place and get back into my Bat suit, I'll tell you that.  Ahhhh, the exquisite thrill of freedom as once again I swung over Gotham and swooped down on Kane's evil legions. When will these guys learn to fear the Bat?
    I have found that it really makes a difference when you 'power up' on your character. When you hit harder and inflict more damage with your Batarangs, the battles are shorter. You should really grab this game for 99 cents. Just saying.
     Before I forget, I wanted to mention Siri, the computer chick who now hangs out on my I-Phone and I-Pad. Friday, I asked her this, "Siri, how old are you?"
"Do you feel like that is any of your concern?" She replied.
    I felt somewhat rebuffed, and amused. As old as I am, I should know by now, never ask a lady her age. Ha, ha.
      Last night, after I ran my battery down on the Padster, playing Batman, I watched a cool, older movie called Black Widow. I had seen this movie before but is was nice to revisit it. Here's the recipe.
     Debra Winger stars as Alexandra, a Justice Department lady who is a bit obsessed with a phantom woman whom she calls the Black Widow. As you know, the spider of that name kills and eats its mate, which seems harsh to me. At any rate, this phantom is marrying rich men, twice her age, and subsequently killing them. Thank God she doesn't eat any of them. It's all about the money, actually. Her preferred weapon is poison and she is very good at what she does. After the will is settled she moves to another town, sets up another identity and carefully selects a new target. She researches the proposed mate's interests, then becomes their perfect woman.
     This Black Widow is played beautifully by Theresa Russell. She is called Catherine in the movie, by the way. Catherine finds out that an agent is on her trail. At the time, she is in Hawaii, working on her next conquest. When Alexandra shows up, a battle of wits begins between two master manipulators. It is good stuff and Carley and I liked it a lot. She rates it 4.5 stars out of 5 and I would have to agree. It came out in 1987 and to my knowledge wasn't a huge hit. Funny, sometimes really good movies are not a box office smash. There is really no leading man in this flick, but who cares? It is just good.
    Well, once again I have rambled on. It is time for breakfast, here at the author's green retreat.
    I'm CE Wills.
   
  

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