Chunk died for someone's sins, but not mine

The cinetrix owes all you nice people an apology for the ongoing suckitude around here, as well as for employing that most tired and hackneyed of blog cliches: "the post about why I'm not posting."

Anyhow, there's a good reason. Well, there are several, but the best one is this: At the very last minute, the cinetrix was pressed into service to educate today's youth about something, er, a little outside her preferred subject area, shall we say. Many of the hours formerly devoted to blogging are now spent scrambling not to embarrass myself in front of scores of scornful students. Somehow, though, the cinema keeps creeping back in. It is the lingua franca of today's youth, after all. [No, wait, that's hip-hop.]

Imagine, if you will [or can, without screaming] sitting in a classroom discussing Coleridge's Kubla Khan [cue flashback dissolve]. One of the restive students observes that this is some fucked-up shit, albeit not in so many words. Indeed, opium has a lot to answer for. Still, the cinetrix casts about for a hook, something that will illuminate what's going on in this:

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
  Down to a sunless sea.
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Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean

How did yours truly explain the whole rivers and waterfalls underground thing? Um, by invoking The Goonies. And they all got it. How's that for pedagogy? Goonies R Good Enough, just like Cyndi promised.

So you see, the cinetrix always has you in her thoughts, even when she's not serving up the piping hot content, Whatevs stizz. Although she suspects the less said about that time when she described the daffodils in Wordsworth in terms of a Zoolander danceoff, the better.