
Not that I didn't already love him, but really I think that this movie was a plot cooked up by Baz to see how many times he could get Hugh to strike manly poses in a tight tee shirt, in a tight wet tee shirt, shirtless, or wet and shirtless. La pere really loved it since he likes sweeping epics, and has an odd fascination with aborigines.
Of course when I got home La Mere was in bed and in a huff. When I asked how her day was she wouldn't look at me and snapped "it was just another day". So I started blathering on about what a terrible actress Nicole Kidman was, which is apparently a subject La Mere couldn't resist because after a moment she was talking and even laughed when I described the shots of Hugh Jackman standing in profile with his hands on his hips at which point the camera would swoop up to a close-up of his stubble.
So, all in all, a successful Thanksgiving. I've gotten really good at talking La Mere out of funks, so I think we'll make it through the holidays.