Confessions of a Cliveaholic

If you don't know how obsessed I am with Clive Owen,
check out this post and get back to me.

I may have hit rock bottom because movie #4 on my Netflix queue arrived yesterday and it's "Children of Men," staring (who else but the man who moistens my panties) Clive Owen. I wouldn't be so worried about it if the plot synopsis didn't go like this:

"In 2027, in a chaotic world in which humans can no longer procreate, a former activist agrees to help transport a miraculously pregnant woman to a sanctuary at sea, where her child's birth may help scientists save the future of humankind. "
Can't you just hear the deep-voiced movie trailer guy right now?

Have you seen "Shoot 'Em Up?" If you haven't, and you haven't read my post (and why the hell not?), I will tell you that the plots for these two movies are remarkably alike. Both involve Clive as a random guy, helping a pregnant woman/baby that is desperately needed to "save" something. I am fervently hoping that "Children of Men" does not suck donkey balls like "Shoot 'Em Up" did. Cause if it does, I am quitting Clive cold turkey.