I gather My Spin finds my comments on Kate Beckinsale as a vampire a little, well, juvenile.

Okay. Probably true.

Thank goodness.

As I told the wife decades ago, when I stop looking at beautiful women, she has my permission to shoot me.

Because it'll mean I'm already dead.

'Course, the last year or so, she's been asking me if I'd put that in writing. For the authorities, you know...

Not sure if I should be worried.

So, on the subject of Kate Beckinsale. I have found there is something more exciting than her portraying a vampire wearing skin-tight black leather.

It is her portraying a vampire wearing nothing at all.

Good flick, Underworld: Evolution.

Not a great film, true, but a great action flick, which had better be what you were expecting when you went in. I was scared to death going in because usually, you know, the sequels never measure up to the original. Not to mention, I remember Van Helsing, which is, in retrospect, (there is no nice way to put this) a bad film. It's been on cable, and I just cannot bear to sit down and watch any of it. Not even for Kate.

The special effects are much better than in the first Underworld, especially for Marcus. And they managed a more effective plotline than I imagined.

I have to admit, though, during the only love-making scene, I was wondering how that was for the director, Kate's husband. I mean, it's not pornographic or anything, but it is certainly intimate. And since he's both writer and director, that scene wouldn't be there if he didn't want it there.

Is this purely business, marketing a product, or is he rubbing it in the faces of all the rest of us, "Look what I get to go home to"?

How do you direct the naked actor who is nestled in between the thighs of your naked wife?

Better still, what's it like to be the naked actor nestled in between the thighs of your Director's naked wife? I mean, you certainly want to be in your role, and give the director what he wants. But then again, you probably don't want to look like you're really enjoying yourself, do you?

Yeah. I know. If you interviewed them, they would all say they were professionals, and acted professionally all the way, in every scene.

But really. Don't you wonder?

Aaaanyway,

As Chuck and his young crew cleaned the theater around us, the credits still rolling, the wife and I seriously discussed buying tickets and just staying put for the second show. But there was this problem of hungry heelers, who really shouldn't have to wait until midnight for their dinner. We, on the other hand, were not hungry, having treated ourselves to dinner at our local Mexican restaurant before the film.

But sympathy for the heelers won out.

Maybe tomorrow.

Somewhere in the film, I spotted a mistake. No longer remember what it was, but it was a definite mistake. If I spot it again in the second viewing, I'll let you know.

If you're headed to see the film, the wife suggests you watch for the mistake she noticed.

Floating rocks.

I know the scene she's referring to, but I missed it.

Probably too busy watching Kate.