Drizzly afternoon in Cubao.

Finished watching The Shooting Star.

Started watching the Spielberg-Jackson The Adventures of TinTin: The Secret of The Unicorn but it's feature-length and I can watch it only in parts. I love this movie, which I saw on the big screen, and I appreciate the effort put into it, though I find the tiny deconstructions, liberties, cameos, protracted chases, long-drawn fight scenes, "clever" juxtapositions, transpositions, excursions, and such to be exceedingly arrogant. In the 21st century, there is nothing so annoying as a team of movie writers who think they are much better than and have the license to disrespect the original author in "cinemafying" the subject matter. Especially if they are wrong (the movie did not make money, at least not enough to speed up a sequel).

I am constantly distracted while watching this because TinTin reminds me so much of Will Cocks. Will, of course, does not agree.