A disappointment, a theory and a movie premise

Greetings from London! Jolly good! Pip, pip! Cheerio! Bangers and mash, Bob's your uncle, here you are then!

Alright, enough of that. So- here's the thing, as you know, I'm quite broke. It's one of my defining characteristics. So you'd think it would be tough to find one's broke self alone in London. Whatever can I do to entertain myself? Well..... Museums of course!! Anyone who's been to Europe knows that museums are free here. So that's what I do with my day. I am incredibly cultured. There's this specific exhibit (see above) at the Tate Modern which features the work of Mark Rothko, an internationally known modern artist who's work is awe inspiring. *waits for reaction* See how the paintings stir up feelings of passion, rage, and deep sadness. *Waits for reaction* Notice the very thought provoking use of color layered upon color.... (nothing?)

Yeah, me neither. This exhibit is all the rage- in fact, this artist is all the rage. I remember a scene in that horrible movie "Prime" starring Meryl Streep and Uma Thurman where they dine in front of a Rothko, the picute alone bringing Uma Thurman's character to tears. When I saw the movie I thought Well, I don't really get it. But maybe if I was in front of the work I would feel it.After all, some modern work is incredible. Some work actually does stir up emotion- certainly if he is internationally known his work must do something. *still waiting for reaction...* Nothing.

As I walked around the gallery, I noticed people standing and staring at certain pieces. They would gasp or nod their heads. They would discuss the artwork in hushed tones with their friends. At first, I felt, well, really stupid. What the hell were they seeing that I didn't see? Was there something embedded within the colors I was missing? Was there a hidden message? Was it like those 3d pictures from the early nineties where you had to cross your eyes and you'd see a sailboat inside? Then a theory was born. They don't see anything either. What if everyone was just pretending? A sort of Emperor's New Clothes sort of thing. "If we don't say anything, no one will think we're stupid." That's my theory anyway. I'm no art expert- but I didn't see anything revolutionary about the lines and squares. The colors were pretty- yep, that's all I got.

So I wandered around the (nine room) exhibit, staring at each (mind numbingly similar) piece and a pattern emerged. Some were lines, some were squares. And then a brilliant movie idea hit me. A handsome, young, brilliant technical scientist goes to the Tate Modern to take in the exhibit, when he unearths a shocking discovery that Rothko himself had planted in plain sight.There, staring him in the face are the plans for a fusion bomb buried deep within the tunnels of London, even below the London Bridge perhaps; written in BINARY CODE. Laughed away by the rest of the scientific community, he enlists the help of a beautiful young museum worker, as they unearth the bomb and stop it before it's too late. I call it : The Roth-Code.

Huh? Yeah- that's hot, right? I'm thinking someone like Jake Gyllenhaal for the scientist and Kate Bosworth for the museum worker? Seriously- I'd see it. Under duress of course but, you know, in a pinch. If I had nothing better to do.

Anyway, let me know if you felt something when you looked at the paintings... Anything other than "By, God, it does look like binary code!!" or "Pretty colors."