No Reservations-- Not too bad. I love Aaron Eckhart, that guy's a great actor, and Catherine Zeta-Jones isn't too bad, either. Not a big fan of films that kind of crash-land into the ending, though, and it's fairly cliché, but not a bad little rom-com.
Jet Li's Fearless-- Excellent film. Great fight choreography and a wonderful story. But, if you're someone who hates reading your movies, you won't like it, 95% of it's in Chinese and subtitled English.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Because of the two bowls of Lucky Charms?
So, I'm off to college. Weird start to begin with. I have no idea where, consider it an unnamed location. And it's... odd. We [folk incoming] are all outside on a huuuuge lawn, just chillin'. Oh, P.S., Tebo's apparently going to this college as well. I don't remember him being around at this point, but, it's just dream-knowledge, y'know? Anyway, I don't know who any of the people around me are, but I'm goofin' off with some of them and, of course, checkin' out the ladies present.
So, some sort of announcement is made and we're all heading inside, and people are grabbing their pillows, as we were told to do, and some people are also getting a blanket. One of the people nearby me has a stack of around 15 pillows or so, but I think it may have just been a communal pile because several people are grabbing pillows from it. And, in my dream-head, I wondered if this was something being offered by the facility, but I decide not to chance it and I look around for other alternatives. Because, y'know, I can't go in without a pillow. Lo and behold, I see a pile of my stuff, with a pillow on top! So, I grab it and head inside.
Once inside, we're all herded along to various auditorium/theatres. I walk inside the one I'm directed toward and see that there's not a lot of people yet, so, there's a good choice of seats. I look around and see a relatively empty area off to the left. I take a seat there, near the back, and sit and wait. There is a person [I'm honestly not sure of gender, but I think perhaps male?] to the side of the screen in the front with some sort of machinery, possibly a computer? It kind of looks like a projector, but, clearly a poor angle to project anything on to the screen. Anyway, remember that person is there. As the lights start to dim, a young lady [who looks like Nora Zehetner, but isn't actually her or any of her characters, y'know what I mean? Well, maybe her short-lived character in May. Anyway, it just looks and sounds like her] asks to sit next to me. Being the courteous gentleman I am, I agree.
This part gets kind o' fuzzy [I should have written this down sooner, it's already starting to fade]. A movie started playing on the screen. I don't know exactly what it was, all I remember is that it was lame. And somehow I started to hit it off with the young lady. Then, again somehow, it came to my attention that Tebo was in the same row as me, just across the aisle [did I mention I was sitting in the seat right next to the aisle? I don't think I did] dickin' around on his laptop. And we got talking to something about Batman costumes that we were going to dress up for [not Halloween, I know that much] and he was going to just do his Joker thing again, and he was asking me if I was going to go as Harley Quinn. Or maybe I suggested it? Can't remember for sure. But the young lady [have you noticed I don't know what her name was yet?] interjected with a question about two Batman books [one of which was Joker, I don't remember the second] which we obviously answered for her.
Also, there was something about the kind of humor I'm into that Tebo mentioned. He said something about me being into things that play-on-words, or jokes based around mishearing or misunderstanding. He even had an example from a film, but, I don't remember either the film or the example, but it had something to do with paying for something with a Mandarin orange [that was the misheard line]. I don't even know if that's from a real film or not, but, dream-I was familiar with it.
At this point, the film stopped, the lights turned on, and whomever the guy/gal down at the front was started yelling at me and Tebo to shut up. XD Then the film resumed.
The young lady opens her own laptop and we start typing messages to each other in Notepad. I don't remember what exactly [at least for this part], but I think it was just kind o' light flirty stuff and just general get-to-know-you conversation.
Okay, here's where it gets really weird. A man gets up on the opposite corner of the room and walks around in front of the screen and then up the aisle toward us. Bringing two bags of clothing and his pillow. That's not the weird part, because, and I shit you not, it's Broly. For those of you not as geeky, that's a character from a few Dragon Ball Z movies. Not the television series, the movies. And I don't mean, like, a real person version, either. I mean a cartoon was walking towards us. Like a scene straight out of Who Framed Roger Rabbit?, man. How I didn't notice the animé character earlier on in the dream, I don't know. My sub-conscious is just making this up as we go along, it's all ad-lib. And it's not out of place, dream-I does not question it. And he's huge! Not just muscle-bound and ripped, he's also about nine feet tall.
So, anyway, he comes up and he starts strutting and trying to show off for the young lady. XD She shuts him down, though, and in a final effort to show off how strong he is, he throws his two bags and pillow across the auditorium/theatre. The first bag of clothing doesn't make it, it lands on a guy in the audience, who kindly just throws it along to where it's meant to be. The second bag of clothes makes it, and then the pillow doesn't fly far enough and hits another person. Funniest part, a little more dream-knowledge, it's not that his throw isn't strong enough. His aim is awful. XD Broly sulks back to his seat.
We're nearing the end, I promise. The young lady and I resume our Notepad chatting, and she asks me a question... I don't remember what it was, but I remember it being poignant and I turn the laptop away from her so she can't see what I'm typing in response. After a few moments, in the middle of my typing, she teases, "You could have just said 'It's all right.'" To which Tebo pipes up, not even bothering to look up from his laptop screen, "Good luck with that. He's quite verbose." She laughs and smiles at me and then I wake up.
Y'know, dream-Tebo is correct, I'm quite the verbose motherfucker.
So, some sort of announcement is made and we're all heading inside, and people are grabbing their pillows, as we were told to do, and some people are also getting a blanket. One of the people nearby me has a stack of around 15 pillows or so, but I think it may have just been a communal pile because several people are grabbing pillows from it. And, in my dream-head, I wondered if this was something being offered by the facility, but I decide not to chance it and I look around for other alternatives. Because, y'know, I can't go in without a pillow. Lo and behold, I see a pile of my stuff, with a pillow on top! So, I grab it and head inside.
Once inside, we're all herded along to various auditorium/theatres. I walk inside the one I'm directed toward and see that there's not a lot of people yet, so, there's a good choice of seats. I look around and see a relatively empty area off to the left. I take a seat there, near the back, and sit and wait. There is a person [I'm honestly not sure of gender, but I think perhaps male?] to the side of the screen in the front with some sort of machinery, possibly a computer? It kind of looks like a projector, but, clearly a poor angle to project anything on to the screen. Anyway, remember that person is there. As the lights start to dim, a young lady [who looks like Nora Zehetner, but isn't actually her or any of her characters, y'know what I mean? Well, maybe her short-lived character in May. Anyway, it just looks and sounds like her] asks to sit next to me. Being the courteous gentleman I am, I agree.
This part gets kind o' fuzzy [I should have written this down sooner, it's already starting to fade]. A movie started playing on the screen. I don't know exactly what it was, all I remember is that it was lame. And somehow I started to hit it off with the young lady. Then, again somehow, it came to my attention that Tebo was in the same row as me, just across the aisle [did I mention I was sitting in the seat right next to the aisle? I don't think I did] dickin' around on his laptop. And we got talking to something about Batman costumes that we were going to dress up for [not Halloween, I know that much] and he was going to just do his Joker thing again, and he was asking me if I was going to go as Harley Quinn. Or maybe I suggested it? Can't remember for sure. But the young lady [have you noticed I don't know what her name was yet?] interjected with a question about two Batman books [one of which was Joker, I don't remember the second] which we obviously answered for her.
Also, there was something about the kind of humor I'm into that Tebo mentioned. He said something about me being into things that play-on-words, or jokes based around mishearing or misunderstanding. He even had an example from a film, but, I don't remember either the film or the example, but it had something to do with paying for something with a Mandarin orange [that was the misheard line]. I don't even know if that's from a real film or not, but, dream-I was familiar with it.
At this point, the film stopped, the lights turned on, and whomever the guy/gal down at the front was started yelling at me and Tebo to shut up. XD Then the film resumed.
The young lady opens her own laptop and we start typing messages to each other in Notepad. I don't remember what exactly [at least for this part], but I think it was just kind o' light flirty stuff and just general get-to-know-you conversation.
Okay, here's where it gets really weird. A man gets up on the opposite corner of the room and walks around in front of the screen and then up the aisle toward us. Bringing two bags of clothing and his pillow. That's not the weird part, because, and I shit you not, it's Broly. For those of you not as geeky, that's a character from a few Dragon Ball Z movies. Not the television series, the movies. And I don't mean, like, a real person version, either. I mean a cartoon was walking towards us. Like a scene straight out of Who Framed Roger Rabbit?, man. How I didn't notice the animé character earlier on in the dream, I don't know. My sub-conscious is just making this up as we go along, it's all ad-lib. And it's not out of place, dream-I does not question it. And he's huge! Not just muscle-bound and ripped, he's also about nine feet tall.
So, anyway, he comes up and he starts strutting and trying to show off for the young lady. XD She shuts him down, though, and in a final effort to show off how strong he is, he throws his two bags and pillow across the auditorium/theatre. The first bag of clothing doesn't make it, it lands on a guy in the audience, who kindly just throws it along to where it's meant to be. The second bag of clothes makes it, and then the pillow doesn't fly far enough and hits another person. Funniest part, a little more dream-knowledge, it's not that his throw isn't strong enough. His aim is awful. XD Broly sulks back to his seat.
We're nearing the end, I promise. The young lady and I resume our Notepad chatting, and she asks me a question... I don't remember what it was, but I remember it being poignant and I turn the laptop away from her so she can't see what I'm typing in response. After a few moments, in the middle of my typing, she teases, "You could have just said 'It's all right.'" To which Tebo pipes up, not even bothering to look up from his laptop screen, "Good luck with that. He's quite verbose." She laughs and smiles at me and then I wake up.
Y'know, dream-Tebo is correct, I'm quite the verbose motherfucker.
Friday, February 20, 2009
I'm Just A Statistic!
I found a study that I can't argue against personally. But I still don't buy it. XD It's worth a laugh, though.
Mini-Reviews 29
Max Payne-- Pretty much boring. I mean, the acting is great, I love Mark Wahlberg and Ludacris was a nice surprise, I didn't know he was in this film, and visually it looks cool, has a very nice comic-book-movie feel to the lighting and shots, but... it just didn't hold my interest, the story was kind o' blah, felt like it needed to be fleshed out more. Y'know what it feels like, to me? A very long first half.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I hate titles, I'm bad at them
The venerable Mr. G mentioned earlier the fact that I don't really update much. I mean, I do the mini-reviews each week, but, I think he meant more of legitimate updates. And there's a good reason for that. First of all, I can never remember details to put into a blog when treating it like a diary or journal; when recounting events. And I the few times I have tried that style of blogging I hate it, I always feel like I'm forgetting something. I'm just not good at that.
As for my usual bloggings about random things or just ranting about how I feel... haven't had any random things I wanted to blog about. I take that back, I did earlier this morning, but I put it off and now I can't remember what it was. And I haven't done any introspective rants about myself because, well, for anything I want to talk about here is someone I don't want to read it whom may or may not still read this blog.
There's something: I never assume anyone reads this thing. Is that strange? Like, I'm always a little bit surprised any time there's a comment. "Oh, whoa, someone read that." Y'know? I dunno, just a little aside.
So, that's why there've not been any updates, except for the mini-reviews, if anyone else was wondering.
As for my usual bloggings about random things or just ranting about how I feel... haven't had any random things I wanted to blog about. I take that back, I did earlier this morning, but I put it off and now I can't remember what it was. And I haven't done any introspective rants about myself because, well, for anything I want to talk about here is someone I don't want to read it whom may or may not still read this blog.
There's something: I never assume anyone reads this thing. Is that strange? Like, I'm always a little bit surprised any time there's a comment. "Oh, whoa, someone read that." Y'know? I dunno, just a little aside.
So, that's why there've not been any updates, except for the mini-reviews, if anyone else was wondering.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Mini-Reviews 28
Knockaround Guys-- Decent movie. I'm really not sure what else to say about it. I don't know that I would recommend it as a must-see to everyone, but, it's still pretty good.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Mini-Reviews 27
Taken-- Excellent film! Liam Neeson kickin' ass and even takin' a few names.
Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist-- Very sweet movie, I think, albeit fairly cliché at times. Still good, and not just because I adore Kat Dennings!
Brick-- Excellent film! I'm not sure I would recommend it to everyone, though. It's a bit quirky and stylized, but an excellent film that keeps you watching. Think film noir with teenagers. There's enough you can figure out on your own but still some things that'll come out of nowhere and surprise you.
Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist-- Very sweet movie, I think, albeit fairly cliché at times. Still good, and not just because I adore Kat Dennings!
Brick-- Excellent film! I'm not sure I would recommend it to everyone, though. It's a bit quirky and stylized, but an excellent film that keeps you watching. Think film noir with teenagers. There's enough you can figure out on your own but still some things that'll come out of nowhere and surprise you.
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