Last night I forced Kelly to watch the 1927 silent film Metropolis. It was frickin' hilarious! The son was a wackadoo, the girl freaked out every time she was being pursued (I was sure that an alien was about to pop out of her tummy), and the robot was basically a slut. The acting was over-the-top melodrama, while the makeup was silly (by today's standards). Oh my. Excuse me while I patch up my sides. I guess it needed something to take away the boredom of watching a film where you only know a quarter of the dialogue.