He’s busy blogging here this week as the MIM 2007 Web Guru, but he had time to come out for dinner and a movie with me. We saw the Aqua Teen flick. There’s not much I can say about it except damn. And I thought my inner monologue was random and absurd. Perhaps the only thing weirder than the movie itself was the woman in the theater who laughed non-stop through the entire movie. If…
[for April 29] Consumed: • Disturbia, which was a much better movie when it was called The Burbs, but which had small moments of golden hilarity, like the ninja joke. I’ve not had many encounters with this Shia LaBeouf kid, but he is imminently likeable as an actor. Which is kind of infuriating, as I have grown to expect to hate all actors. Except Wiley Wiggins, who I am in love with. Eternally. • Blades…
Except me, naturally. We had a good day, as far as I can tell. My sister and nephews cruised into town around noon, and we sat and caught up for an hour or so before swinging by Phil’s to pick up his brother and cousin, and driving down to the Gibson factory for the 2 o’clock tour. It was really interesting to see people making shiny, $3,000 guitars from blocks of wood. We couldn’t hear…
• I finally watched Children of Men. Wow, what a depressing film. And yet, it was gorgeous. Alfonso Cuarón has a remarkable talent for making abject despair and urban decay seem achingly, surreally beautiful. I had initially expressed concern that the film would be a reactionary piece about underpopulation (based on today’s popular anti-immigrant fervor), but I’m happy to report that it’s actually much more complicated than that. Amanda Marcotte wrote an interesting post about…
The Reno 911 movie is getting creamed over at Rotten Tomatoes, but I can assure you that the movie is ridiculous. And disgusting. And funny. There are some parts of the movie that don’t really work. You get the feeling that much of the film was improvised, which I generally tend to love, but if that’s the case, then there there were actually a couple of times that they shold have kept shooting instead of…
Today FearlessVK (we totally call each other by our blog pseudonyms) and I sat and watched Aidan get his ass kicked by some crows and then try to kick the shit out of some Sunflower-farming family. The movie was full of loud gotcha! moments but I realized long before we made it out on the street to try and deconstruct — even barely — what the hell had just happened that The Messengers was going…
Amber and I watched Kissing Jessica Stein last night. She’d been plugging it for a while, and I had never seen it. So she brought it over and, after we watched This is Spinal Tap, we shifted gears from phallus-infused rock ‘n’ roll to neurotic lesbianism. It’s a natural progression, if you ask me. And what a cute film. I love Jessica’s monologue in the deleted scenes when she’s in the boat with Dork No.…
Got to get up early and do an interview at 9 a.m. This is bad enough, but I’m feeling particularly sickly — aching head, sore throat, lethargic limbs — and would like to take some Nyquil. But if I do that, I won’t get up until 2. I watched American Wedding tonight. What a terrible, terrible film. How does an “actor” read that script and think, “Dude, I have got to be a part of…
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