| Noted for posterity, a handful of teensy tiny movie reactions.
Halloween Party: I can barely remember now what ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) thedeadlyhook and I played for our annual Halloween video fest. I think we started with Phantasm, and then it turned out that nobody had seen Jason X so we had to fix that right away, and I was pleased and surprised that everyone seemed to enjoy Halloween III: Season of the Witch because it's one of my personal faves. The gaps in between were filled with random episodes of Kolchak: The Night Stalker, as well as lots of snacks and the Hook's trademark Ghoulish Goulash.
Cloverfield: Selected from our Netflix pile on election night because I thought it would make a perfect sendoff to the Dubya era, and did it ever. Truly an ideal time capsule of the past decade: Pandering, grandiose, fear-mongering, self-absorbed, incompetent, incoherent, badly executed, and just plain stupid. Given that the central conceit of the movie is that we're seeing all this via a guy who can keep his video camera consistently level and focused even while he's running for his life, literally not a single frame of the movie is believable, which has to be some kind of record.
The Happening: This, on the other hand, was surprisingly good. I don't think it had much of a lasting impact - one day later, I'm already having trouble remembering much about it - but I enjoyed watching it, and I'm starting to think that Shyamalan just can't catch a break these days.
Silk: A polyglot horror/sci-fi movie made in Taiwan with an international cast. Although it starts to lean a little more on stock J-Horror imagery towards the end, for the most part this is a really fresh and original take on the ghost story and paranormal investigation. Very highly recommended for fans of The Stone Tape and Nigel Kneale-style hybrid tales of science and supernature. | comments: 9 comments or Leave a comment   |
| Taking a minute out of my post-Alternative Press Expo catchup to post something that, as usual, is strictly for my own amusement.
I think I've gotten everything I need out of Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur, but having read the beginning and end of the book, I'm still slogging my way through the very tedious middle section. (Nominally this revolves around the adventures of Sir Tristram, but as far as I can tell it consists entirely of jousting.) As of this moment, here's a snapshot of my impressions of some major Arthurian characters.
Accolon: Surprisingly sympathetic.
Agravain: Gawain's least memorable brother.
Alisander: A chump.
Arthur: Just wants to be liked. Slightly pathetic.
Balin le Savage: My favorite.
Breuse Saunce Pite: Best name.
Dinadan: Apparently more accomplished as a satirical poet than as a knight.
Gaheris: Gawain's second least memorable brother, distinguished by Oedipal murder of mommy.
Galahad: A fucking bore.
Gareth: Of the beautiful hands. Really gets a raw deal at the end of the story.
Gawain: Flawed and fascinating. Probably the most developed character in the whole sorry saga.
Guinevere: Kind of a bitch. A character ripe for reimagining.
Isolde: Passive trophy girl.
Kay: Kind of a bumbling dick, and thus funny.
Lamorak: One of the three great knights of the Arthurian era, but now completely forgotten.
Lancelot: A problematic example of greatness. I'll never forgive him for killing Gareth.
Lynette: The bitchiest damosel in the world. A pity she didn't end up with Gareth.
Merlin: Weirdo.
Morded: Craven opportunist.
Morgan le Fay: Kind of awesome. A rock 'n' roll femme fatale who gets away with it.
Morgause: Unhappy ending to an undistinguished career.
Nimue: Also kind of awesome, and apparently super hot. Serves Merlin right.
Palomides: The Good Saracen. Highly entertaining.
Pellam: The Fisher King, and a dick.
Pellinore: Another favorite. Mighty giant, hopeless pursuer of Questing Beast, apparently killed offscreen by Gawain's posse.
Percival: Yeah, whatever.
Questing Beast: Surreal awesomeness!
Sagramore le Desirous: Second best name after Breuse Saunce Pite.
Tristram: If you ask me, a raging asshole.
Granted, King Mark of Cornwall is such a mustache-twirling villain that you can't really root for either side in his extended Saul-versus-David feud with Sir Tristram. But I'm finding myself surprisingly sympathetic to the vendettas that Gawain and his brothers wage against the other great knights of the Arthurian era. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
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| So very tired... Lots more page pencils to finish up... groan. In the meantime, I'll take a moment to jot down a couple of very very random observations.
Atlantic blogger Ross Douthat, the nice young conservative you could take home and introduce to your parents, may just have identified a grand unified theory of John McCain's policy stands:
This has always, always been a problem for McCain: His strongest instinct, when confronted with any domestic-policy problem, is to find a black hat to pin the blame on and then punish them for it, rather than looking for the smartest possible solution.
-- Ross Douthat, The Limits of McCainism
Omigosh, that totally explains it! Soft money donations, Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, earmarks, mixed martial arts... I guess McCain's political career really has consisted of a series of fierce crusades against relatively trivial symbolic targets. Well, with any luck, one month from now nobody will have any reason to worry about his eccentric decision-making process.
Meanwhile, The Hook and I have been NetFlixing our way through movie history. We just switched over to all-horror mode for the month of October, and although we were unmoved by The Howling, we're thrilled to bits by Wolfen and think it fits very nicely into the historical gap in the "socially relevant urban horror" genre between Kolchak and The X-Files.
Before this, we were going through a phase of 1970s psychedelia and existentialist fantasy. I think we'd give a modest thumbs up to the youth-gone-amuck yarn Wild In The Streets, and The Gardener, AKA Seeds of Evil, is worth checking out just for the illuminating behind-the-scenes docs and commentary. The Roger Corman-produced Gas-s-s-s was kind of weird and random, but the costumes were great. A big raspberry to El Topo, hearty recommendations for Zachariah, and wild raves for Malcolm McDowell's surreal semi-autobiography O Lucky Man!.
Whew! Sorry, only have time for a brief laundry list. But if anyone feels like talking cult movies, I'll be right here in the comments. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| For thedeadlyhook, conclusive video evidence that baby boars are the cutest critters imaginable:
And while I'm at it, a few embeddables from the Adult Swim Video library:
Robot Chicken: Sir Mix-A-Lot provides King Arthur with some ergonomics advice.
Aqua Teen Hunger Force: The universe is our bathroom!
The Adult Swim Video collection includes some pretty awesome full episodes, such as the Sirens episode of Aqua Teen and Venture Brothers yarns like Twenty Years to Midnight, but listing all my favorites would detract from the urgent business of scouring YouTube for more baby boar footage. | | comments: 9 comments or Leave a comment |
| | You know, I try not to talk politics on this journal (although obviously I'm not always successful). But now that John McCain's not only effectively stopped talking to the press, but is actually trying to cancel this week's scheduled debate, I'm starting to wonder if we might be about to see the biggest meltdown in U.S. presidential politics since, well, Ross Perot. The hope of witnessing history in the making, it springs eternal... | | comments: 10 comments or Leave a comment |
| Two little artsy things:
Google Comics: It seems that Google has commissioned professional Explainer-of-Comics Scott McCloud to do an online comic book explaining the whys and wherefores of their new Web browser development project. It's an interesting example of comics-as-infomercial, not unlike the project I was working on last month, and perhaps a fruitful avenue for the comics medium itself.
Sixty Minute Monsters: As a warmup for the new semester, I've been doing little one-hour Photoshop illustrations of bestiary creatures and whatnot. I've only done three of these so far, but I'm aiming to do a new one every day until I run out of time or ideas, and you can see 'em over on my eponymous art blog. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Astonishing but true: Today's the eleventh wedding anniversary for me and thedeadlyhook. As I never get tired of mentioning, we unwittingly tied the knot on the scheduled date of Judgment Day according to Terminator 2. Kisses to my sweetie!
Closing out this week of unexpected free time and accordingly prolific journal-posting, here are a couple of thoughts on one of our common interests...
The Hook has always been a big fan of movie musicals, particularly classic ones like The Music Man and your various Marilyn Monroe and Fred Astaire features. Over the almost two decades we've been together, I've absorbed some of this musical love by natural osmosis - Gentlemen Prefer Blondes being a particular favorite, and not just because of Jane Russell. But there are also a handful of musicals that I grew up with that Hookles had never seen, and over the past week or so we've had a little bit of a NetFlix-enabled nostalgia party. A couple of observations follow.
( Jesus Christ Superstar: Unclear on the concept? )
( Bugsy Malone: An ethics course! ) | | comments: 13 comments or Leave a comment |
| I learned two things today! Guess that means I've used up Wednesday's quota already.
Via Unqualified Offerings, summarizing a subscription-only New Scientist article: We all know that giving people drugs that do nothing can often make them feel better, thanks to the "placebo effect." (And thanks to the British sketch comedy show Smack The Pony, we know it doesn't work if you tell the patient it's a placebo.) Now it turns out that some actual painkillers don't work unless the patient knows they're being given a painkiller. Apparently the researchers are calling these "placebo amplifiers" - in other words, drugs that work better than placebos if you believe in them, and do bugger all if you don't.
Meanwhile, you may already have seen yesterday's New York Times article, which reports that crows and related birds can recognize human faces and react based on their past experiences with the person in question. That won't come as news to anyone who's seen Dario Argento's Opera, but the details of the research - in which scientists wandered around wearing caveman and Dick Cheney masks, being variously kind or annoying to the neighborhood crows - are pretty amusing. More surprising, to me anyway, was the finding that crows communicate their findings to one another; mistreat one bird, and it'll warn all its friends about you. So that's what all that cawing is about!
Otherwise, a slow week here. Just finished up a humongous art project, and I've got classes starting next week, so this is my tiny window for goofing off. Ever since San Diego Comic-Con, thedeadlyhook and I have been conducting a kind of rolling nostalgia-fest: She's immersing herself in '80s Marvel comics and Modesty Blaise novels, and I've been wallowing in all the compilations of vintage 2000 A.D. strips I picked up at the show. I'm pleased to report that classic Judge Dredd and Nemesis the Warlock are just as excellent and weird now as they were when I was ten.
Speaking of which, tomorrow's new-comics haul should include the latest issue of Mark Millar's "Old Man Logan" story, a post-apocalyptic Wolverine adventure which suggests that the "Cursed Earth" arc of Judge Dredd made as lasting an impression on Millar as it did on yours truly. And I'll shamefully admit that, as of last issue, I may suddenly have an Amazing Spider-Man monkey on my back. To my shock and surprise, Spidey's controversial post-mindwipe status quo strikes me as kind of fascinating, and I'm loving the ultra-dynamic John Romita JR-and-Klaus Janson artwork... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Well, I'm glad somebody's saying it. Over at the metabunker, Matthias Wivel remarks on a really weird aspect of Marvel's Secret Invasion summer crossover: That according to writer Brian Bendis's interpretation of superhero ethics, it's totally okay for the heroes to slaughter intelligent aliens, because the traditional "code against killing" only applies to Homo sapiens.
Bendis has never struck me as having much talent for, um, whaddayacallit, "characterization." But this goes beyond character voice and attitude to the fundamental premise of the characters and their world. It's like watching bloody-minded 12-year-olds running a role-playing game in which everyone has the costumes and powers of a Marvel superhero, but they act like they're playing Grand Theft Auto. I think this latest issue was the last straw for thedeadlyhook, who's now sworn off SI altogether. Between this and Grant Morrison's take on the Kirbyverse in Final Crisis, this seems to be the year for totally OOC comics.
EDIT: There's some good followup commentary about Wivel's post over on the Newsarama blog.
EDIT AGAIN: Just read the latest issue of Incredible Hercules, which wraps up its own version of the Secret Invasion crossover, and it was FREAKING AWESOME! Way to take away the bad aftertaste. And now, back to work... | | comments: 26 comments or Leave a comment |
| As ever, the wine, it maketh me to post.
As of this writing, I'm maybe a day or so from being finished with the Mystery Project That Ate My Brain. One more round of frantic penciling and inking and scanning, and this package is done, son! It's ended up as a bit of a death march, naturally, but also a lot of fun. Soon I'll turn in and get some sleep before the final push, but in the meantime I've been enjoying a wee nightcap and reading a little bit of this and that.
Dear friends, I'll tell you, in the last few days I've started to worry about the upcoming election. Can it be that the Democratic candidate is actually a bit of a weiner, who'll lavish praise on the "honorable" John McCain no matter how sleazy the old guy's campaigning gets? Could we actually end up being ruled by a senile warmonger for the next four years? Is the U.S. about to become a country where you can bring guns to school but not ibuprofen?
But history is my solace. In this New Yorker review of a biography of a 16th-century heretic, we're reminded that the ill-fated Giordano Bruno was revived as a hero to 1960s student protestors. Likewise for Michael Servetus, the subject of Out of the Flames (still one of the best non-fiction books I've ever read). Even Jacques de Molay, the last grand master of the farcical Knights Templar, was avenged by the radicals of the French Revolution (an apocryphal story, says Wikipedia, but personally I believe everything I read in Foucault's Pendulum).
There are a lot of people in this world, with a lot of ideas. Wandering around Comic-Con was a little bit like browsing the Internet; so many people, all clamoring for attention for their own pet projects. Sometimes it seems like the last thing anyone needs is another clown with an agenda to push. But people like Bruno and Servetus are still remembered centuries later, no matter how checkered their careers or how pitiful their ends, because they believed passionately in their ideas. Ideas matter; ideas last. Whatever happens in these fleeting years and decades, this is our gift to the future.
On a lighter note, for Hookles: truly unfortunate cake decorations. I particularly like the one that says Write "WELCOME" on it. | | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment |
| More fun stuff for thedeadlyhook and anyone else who shares our preoccupations of the moment...
Beijing Olympics: Since Hookles and I live in San Francisco's Clement Street neighborhood, which is effectively the deputy backup Chinatown, we've picked up a dose of Olympic fever by osmosis. On this note, I've really been enjoying James Fallows's blogging from the scene. Since he's been hanging out in China for the last few years, Fallows actually has some idea what he's talking about, and I appreciate his ongoing takedown of the (hell, let's just say it) somewhat racist generalizations that pundits like David Brooks have been making about the zombie Chinese hordes. See here and here for starters, and I'll highlight this passage from the latter:
The problem is not just sweeping generalizations about the billion-plus highly diverse people who live in China. The further point is that if you were to generalize, you'd find that many outsiders who've lived in China consider it more individualist-minded than many other Asian countries, notably Japan. (For instance, southern China is full of tiny mom-and-pop factories, since people love being their own boss and aren't that keen on taking orders from others.) It's commonplace to hear Americans and Chinese say that they feel their cultures share many personality traits, despite the obvious huge differences. More another time.
-- James Fallows, "More on Chengdu and collectivism"
And Slate magazine, normally worth reading only for Dahlia Lithwick and Fred Kaplan, has also been serving up some nifty Olympics coverage which you'll find compiled over here. Here's a wonky analysis of the new gymnastics scoring system, and some interesting observations of the contrasting styles of the American and Chinese teams. From the latter piece:
We've heard a lot about the collective, hardworking ethos of Chinese culture—which David Brooks contrasted earlier this week with America's individualistic impulses—but the irony early on was that it was the Chinese who seemed to be joyfully and expressively performing while the American girls looked drawn and anxious. There was even a dour helicopter parent thrown into the mix, adding to the tension: Former Soviet champion Valeri Liukin, father of superstar Nastia Liukin, an elegant performer with all the diva potential of a Svetlana Khorkina. When she briefly wobbled on the beam, he put his head in his hands, as if he couldn't watch any more. Finally, an NBC commentator said, almost chidingly, "His daughter has done a good job."
-- Meghan O'Rourke, "The Silver Lining"
Marvel Versus DC: I have my own thoughts on this, mostly along the lines of DC characters existing in a fairly stable ground state while Marvel characters are always poised in some kind of eternally unresolved crisis situation - defined by their circumstances rather than their character, one might say - but here's what other folks are saying.
Over on his Blah Blah Blog, Marvel editor Tom Brevoort commemorates the 12th anniversary of Mark Gruenwald's death by reprinting Gruenwald's analyses of the five great archetypal characters of superhero comics, which for the record are Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Captain Marvel (an obvious choice in hindsight), and Captain America. I also liked Brevoort's homage to long-time Marvel secretary and proofreader Flo Steinberg.
Far less diplomatically, here's Robert Downey Jr. laying the smack down on The Dark Knight:
"My whole thing is that that I saw 'The Dark Knight'. I feel like I'm dumb because I feel like I don't get how many things that are so smart. It's like a Ferrari engine of storytelling and script writing and I'm like, 'That's not my idea of what I want to see in a movie.' I loved 'The Prestige' but didn't understand 'The Dark Knight'. Didn't get it, still can't tell you what happened in the movie, what happened to the character and in the end they need him to be a bad guy. I'm like, 'I get it. This is so high brow and so f--king smart, I clearly need a college education to understand this movie.' You know what? F-ck DC comics. That's all I have to say and that's where I'm really coming from."
-- As quoted in Moviehole interview
Attention, Batman; Iron Man says to tell you it's on! | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| Omigosh. How come nobody told me about the Montauk Monster? Is this what happens when I stop watching The Colbert Report? Because if it involves monsters, I need to know about it.
Yeah, it's probably a hoax or a marketing gimmick or a moldy raccoon, but in a world where they just found a hundred thousand gorillas hanging around in some previously unnoticed corner of the Republic of Congo, I'd like to think anything is possible. If anybody needs me, I'll be catching up on the Good Luck With Your Hell Demons section on Gawker.
Oh, if you haven't read the third issue of Final Crisis - and I'm not saying you should - then ( spoiler ).
ETA: And while I was editing my user info to include lake monsters in my interests list, I ended up wandering over to the official 2000 AD site and discovered that, oh my goodness, they've actually reprinted the awesome World War II vampire comic serial Fiends of the Eastern Front. IT MUST BE MINE IT WILL BE MINE BWA HA HA. | | comments: 12 comments or Leave a comment |
| Here's how I remember it, way back in the early days of the World Wide Web, before the spiders came and ate our brains...
Once upon a time, they called 'em "weblogs," which is to say a log or record of Stuff On The Web I've Been Looking At. Essentially, your stone age proto-blogger would wander around the interwebs clicking links at random, and then jot down pithy little blurbs describing his or her findings. A kind of virtual Show And Tell, if you will. So in that primitive spirit, here are a few things for some of my Most Special Friends.
For thedeadlyhook: Lawrence Miles' Doctor Who Thing, brought to you by the eponymous long-winded British science fiction geek. Miles still strikes me as a bit of a crank, but when he's on, he's hilarious. Just to frustrate me, he seems to keep taking down and reposting his old entries, so there's no telling what odd bits of archival weirdness you'll see from one week to the next. Right now he's got some stuff about the Muppet Show and sci-fi names that sound like dirty words, and then there's this bit:
For my generation, there are few things more telling than the fact that when the American “G.I. Joe” dolls were re-dressed and re-packaged for the British market as “Action Man”, the new version of the character was almost unrecognisable (despite having the same face). G.I. Joe was One of the Boys, part of a professional military unit with standard-issue equipment and Uncle Sam on his side. But Action Man was a loner, a shadowy figure in the James Bond mould, with a mysterious past and a look in his Eagle Eyes that hinted at the memory of some terrible, unspoken tragedy. And where did he get that scar? On the battlefield, or in the course of more sinister pursuits...? Admittedly, he had a Scorpion Tank, but he drove it as if he’d hijacked it single-handed. Even now, England remains an Action Man nation, although it doesn’t have such a realistic grip.
For greboguru, jwaneeta, and anyone else who's been keeping up with Marvel's Secret Invasion crossover: KC Carlson at Comics Worth Reading has a pretty evenhanded evaluation of the series and its spinoffs thus far, expressing a preference for the latter.
Literature buffs may enjoy this New Yorker article about the falling-out between pioneering children's literature advocate Anne Carroll Moore and Stuart Little author E.B. White. But I think this passage is the highlight:
In 1928, The New Yorker’s Dorothy Parker, in her Constant Reader column, reviewed A. A. Milne’s “The House at Pooh Corner.” [...] Pooh’s wasn’t just a Good Hum and a Hopeful Hum, Parker noted. It was a hummy hum. “And it is that word ‘hummy,’ my darlings,” Parker wrote, “that marks the first place in ‘The House at Pooh Corner’ at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.”
And finally, Jim Henley of Unqualified Offerings - which has gradually morphed into an all-politics site over the last few years - finally gets back to his fannish roots as the superhero expert in residence at Tor.com, a group blog devoted to science fiction, fantasy, role-playing games and other geekish obsessions. I've got to say I prefer this one to the somewhat smarmy io9.
Well, that pretty much takes care of my backlog of bookmarked links. Hasta la weekend, everybody! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Since monkey_junkey recommended it, and since I have a weird affection for Neil Patrick Harris, I finally got around to checking out Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. (I had to do it on The Hook's laptop, since my antique iMac can't keep up with the video format they're using, but you're not here to hear about me and my computer woes.)
I'll confess to a certain bias here. Joss Whedon kinda lost me a while back, and now I seem to have a reflexive aversion to checking out any of his new work. Although I try to approach his stuff with an open mind, I can't help being constantly aware of his authorial presence (after all, his distinctive style makes that kind of unavoidable), and so a lot of my reaction depends on whether I feel like he's repeating the patterns that annoyed me in his past work or breaking some new ground. Even more uncharitably, I sometimes feel like Whedon is using his audience for some kind of public psychotherapy, and at the end of the session I want to grade him on whether or not he's making "progress."
But in the case of Dr. Horrible, I'd say the answer is a definite "yes."
( Analysis and comparisons, but not really plot spoilers... )
Well, that ended on kind of a downbeat note. Let's liven things up a little with a link to PETA's cute and surprisingly well-informed survey of Top 10 Animal-Friendly Superheroes. | | comments: 15 comments or Leave a comment |
| I should really whip up a couple more variations of my icon, for those times when I'm feeling neither orange nor blue.
Anyways, I'm having a not-so-productive day, but maybe I just needed a breather after finishing up the latest batch of scripts I was working on. (I'd have to say that episode 15 of the show in question really doesn't get any less ludicrous on repeat viewing; let's just call it an awkward bit of plotting to get the story from point A to point C, and then move on.) Maybe this evening I'll knuckle down and get to work on that handful of comics pages I want to get done before we set off to San Diego.
In the meantime, here's a little rumination for thedeadlyhook, who's always encouraging me to note these kinds of things down for her amusement. I'm jumping off her recent post on Hellboy II, and along the way I'll have a bit to say about Dracula and Dan Simmons's horror novel Carrion Comfort...
( Knowledge is our Weapon )
EDIT: To add subheads. God, how I love subheads.
EDIT AGAIN: To note that Dan Simmons has also written a historical horror novel called The Terror which takes place aboard the eponymous ship during the doomed Arctic expedition of 1845. Now why didn't I think of that?! | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| So I was tempted to coin a new phrase, fanhedonia, to describe "the inability to experience pleasure from normally pleasurable fandom events." But life is too short to waste time complaining about entertainment products I'm not enjoying as much as I expected to. And besides, I could be using that time for the more pressing task of writing up my thoughts on Dracula for hurry_sundown.
Instead, I'll use this little squib of a post to note that thedeadlyhook and I are slowly getting hooked on the Discovery Channel's Deadliest Catch. You can blame Captain Phil and his nailbiting medical crisis, which just goes to show that anything--even, or perhaps especially, Alaskan crab fishing--can be made compelling if you throw in the right amount of human drama.
And meanwhile, I note that tonight Spike TV will be playing Revenge of the Sith followed immediately by A New Hope (or, as some of us stubborn old fogeys still think of it, just plain Star Wars). I'm almost tempted to tune in just to see how jarring a transition that'll create. | | comments: 22 comments or Leave a comment |
| Huzzah, thedeadlyhook and I finally caught The Incredible Hulk yesterday. Lowbrow monster buff that I am, I enjoyed the heck out of it. It may not have lived up to the extremely high standard set by Iron Man, but there was an awful lot about it I really liked, and as a Hulk partisan I feel my guy was very well served.
( Spoilers and thematic stuff ) | | comments: 13 comments or Leave a comment |
| Somebody on my friends list was asking "Where is everybody?" I started typing this as a reply, but I may as well post it here.
I guess I'm slowly but steadily dropping off LiveJournal. Even when I get the impulse to write something here, I usually decide against it because I think my interests are just too different from everybody else's. (I've actually abandoned a bunch of posts in midstream because I can't imagine anyone else would find them relevant.) Most of the stuff I do end up posting is for the amusement of thedeadlyhook, which is a little silly given that we live in the same house and all.
This isn't an emo plea for reassurance, and I'm not about to bundle up my oh-so-precious thoughts and flounce away in a huff of righteous indignation, and I still check my friends list on a regular basis. But if you're wondering why I don't post here all that much, I guess that would be the reason.
In the meantime, The Hook and I are dead set on checking out The Incredible Hulk. Even if it sucks, I still want to see it for myself, and even if turns out to be as dreary as this Guardian review claims, at least the review itself is pretty damned funny:
What Hulk smash most? Hulk smash all hope of interesting time in cinema. Hulk take all effort of cinema, effort getting babysitter, effort finding parking, and Hulk put great green fist right through it. Hulk crush all hopes of entertainment. Hulk in boring film. Film co-written by star. Edward Norton. Norton in it. Norton write it. Norton not need gamma-radiation poisoning to get big head.
Let this be an example to all those curmudgeons who think that "this show has jumped the shark" constitutes witty critical commentary. :-) | | comments: 15 comments or Leave a comment |
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