I have two grandparents in the hospital — nothing too awful, at least not yet — and I’m still on the hook for reviews of “The Grudge 2” and “Kardia”. I probably won’t be checking in again until Monday.

On the upside, “The Marine” turned out to be rather, um, endurable. It feels like it could have been written for Arnold Schwarzenegger in that dark period between “Terminator” and “Predator”, and while WWE star John Cena cannot, you know, act — though he’s an ideal choice for the inevitable “Stretch Armstrong” movie — everybody else is having a really good time.

It’s too bad they don’t give out Oscars for Best Refusal To Just Roll Over And Accept That This Is Where Your Career Has Led You, because Robert Patrick would have that shit sewn up.

Anyway. Back to the real world.