You know that feeling- that wonderful satiated feeling after you’ve had a good flick or two. You’re sitting down with your gut popped out and you’re too full to get up and turn off the DVD player. Even when you’ve had a pretty bad movie with just one too many bad jokes or too-big explosions (and you’re running out of indigestion pills) you’re satisfied. But then you think, after tasting a blandness on your tongue and feeling a rumble in the back of your stomach- I could really go for a sequel. Or two.