Last couple of movies I watched were Kick-Ass (which kicked ass), I Sell the Dead (horror comedy with the dude who played Charlie in Lost; enjoyable), Martin (George Romero's '77 flick about a teenage vampire—or is he?), and I revisited two old favorites: the cerebral, low-budget debut Pi by Darren Aronofsky (probably better known for Requiem for a Dream and, more recently,The Wrestler), and Steven Seagal's excellent Marked for Death. That and Out for Justice were the high point of Seagal's career. He'd never surpass either.
I'm actually going through Seagal's entire 38-movie filmography 'cause if I don't, Seagal might find me and twist my wrist. So far, I'm still in the late '80s—the ol' glory days. But the craptacular straight-to-video schlock of his post-mid-'90s films is rearing its ugly head in the horizon... Why, Steven, why.
I'm also slowly but steadily going through a few TV series. At the moment I'm nearing the end of the first season of "Leave It to Beaver" (thirty-nine episodes, geez) and I just started the third season of "The Office" (U.S. version).