the shiz-nittle-bam-snip-snap-sack!!!

Elf (2003): it started off pretty good. uh-oh, mary steenburgen. the fx were really bad. cheesy and more reason to believe kicking and screaming will be the worst movie of all time. there were some pretty funny moments. i didn't get the same effect as most because i'm watching it in may. at some point during it got beyond cheesy. what i want to know is if there really are central park rangers. i probably would have loved it during x-mas time. only worth seeing in theaters during christmas time, so if you haven't seen it yet, you're out of luck.

Wuthering Heights (1939): i'm getting sick and tired of laurence olivier. interesting. who names someone heathcliff? besides cathy being a terrible person in the movie, i didn't have many thoughts on the movie. worth seeing though.

i'll tell you what, this is completely biased and completely not true, but my school i swear has some of the best teachers in the country. or maybe its just their crazy variety of personalities.

man, i don't know if i'm ready to be a dad. kim is in cali and its taken me three days to remember to feed the cat. i'm such a retard.

unfreakingbelievable

television event of the year is more than an understatement. you can make fun of idol all you want, but i've never seen anything on tv like what's been going down the last two hours. i'm so hoping that bo wins . . . and the winner is . . . hold on. gotta run back to the living room. looks like simon called it. chambers out.

beyond spoiled

Everyone Says I Love You (1996): the final movie of natalie that i had to see. i've now seen all 13 of her movies (not including revenge of the sith though). aren't i special. sadly this movie wasn't that good though. natalie's part sucked because her character was so dull and she had only like three lines. i was very unsatisfied with their choice to give more screen time to gabby hoffmann. glad they did that because gabby ended up so much more successful than natalie (sarcasm). as always (almost), ed norton sucked. (i know i'll probably get a lot of slack for that comment) i guess my woody allen experience won't be going 3 for 3. it was a stupid, pointless musical. guess you can't win em all. no one wants to hear julia roberts sing. alan alda was as good as always though. the only good to come from this movie was that i found a pretty red wall in a house that i want use to paint my own house. woody did manage, as always, to warm me up to nyc. he's the only person to have ever been able to do that. the movie is about as anti-love as anything. beautiful locations, but unfortunately i had to watch it in full screen. don't see.

Sunset Boulevard (1950): lots of cheesy lines. too much narration too which gives everything away. remember folks, show not tell. strange to say, but the man characters (crazy old rich lady and young naive man under her wing) reminds me a lot of the relationship between yoda and luke (prior to luke finding out his little friend's true identity). its really a downer movie and very demented. story is kind of too weird to care about. there has got to be some statement they were making about hollywood or something when they made this movie. not sure what it is though. huge rip on the fans of silent films? who knows. too many hidden meanings that we just don't get. or maybe it was pretty cut and dry and i'm just too analytical. here's cut and dry for you: don't see.

been letting the cat venture out of our little dwelling into a much bigger world than i think he can take. we let him out of our bedroom window since he was kind enough to pop the screen out. so i'm getting ready this morning in the bathroom and sure enough comes our sweet little jonas with a freaking live bird in his mouth. not knowing what to do, i shut myself in the bathroom in fear of what i'd have to witness. as i shut the door the bird got loose and a wild chase began. i chose not to take part and kept getting ready. few minutes later i come out to see jonas eyeing the bird in our bedroom closet on top of our hung up clothes. so i lock the retard in the bathroom and make my attempt to save whatever is left of this poor little bird. all attempts at capturing it failed because apparently it wasn't that injured. he kept flying all over our room and running head on into walls, the window, the mirror, furniture, etc. it probably got more hurt trying to get out of the house than anything boo boo kitty did to it. so i'm ducking and dodging and trying to use a towel to get the sucker out and after about five minutes he flew out the window. way more excitement than i wanted in one day. i didn't even think our cat was smart enough to snag a bird in the wild. guess he showed us.

bought a laptop on saturday. its a sony vaio. i know there are lots of peeps out there how aren't the biggest fans of vaio's after owning them, but for a number of reasons this turned out being the best laptop for me. reasons that i'm too tired to type here. just trust me on it. haven't had any major problems yet. trying to install the game XIII on it and of course its not working, but then again, the game didn't work on my pc either. p.o.s. game. but i really wanted to play it though. christmas is coming for me (like saturday wasn't enough to tide me over). june 6 or 7 san andreas comes out for pc. what perfect timing. my older bro made me realize that i have too many hobbies in life. no time for them all. i wish i could cut down but i love everything i do. soon this movie nonsense will end though. freaking amen!

3 B's of a wife: breeding, brains, beauty

Kung Pow: Enter the Fist (2002): didn't really want to watch this movie but kim's bro loves it and i'm just a nice bro-in-law. it was kinda funny, but really cheesy too. and not the good kind either. kind of like a kid movie. can't imagine any adults actually liking this. it started to get completely ridiculous. weird how this came out before kill bill because the plots are very similar. its probably the most ridiculous movie i've ever seen. a lot of points in the middle and end of the movie get really slow and the jokes get old after about 30 minutes. don't see.

Rebecca (1940): very, very dramatic. i adored joan fontaine's performance! for the first half hour the only thoughts i had about the movie was that she was the perfect actress. she is so convincing. the story was pretty interesting and you can totally see that its hitchcock in his making. the movie will only works if the ending blows the audience away, which it doesn't really have. the big twist at the end is given by a looong explanation. most the movie is predictable, but it does make you realize the crazy things love will make a person do. and i couldn't figure out who won in the end; rebecca or all the people she ends up 'haunting.' seems like everybody loses. i think its worth seeing just to say you've seen such a classic movie like this. not the best, but classic in every sense. i'm not sure if that made sense but it works for me. like any of you are gonna watch it anyways.

i’ve been sick of the rain already. it just would not stop. and then someone told me about a week ago that its gonna be like that until mid june. mid june!!! what he hell is that? i was dying for the day i could stroll over to the park and sip some juice with the homies on those warm summer days. summer is like a lot of my friends. take tom for example. there is only so much of him i can take believe it or not. but after so long of being apart, oh how i yearn to be by his side once again. winter was nice, but i'm ready run at night without the rain on me, to lay my fatty self out in a park and pretend like a tan will improve such hopeless conditions, and to be stingy with the AC in the jeep and get baked while blazin up with today's hottest hip-hop and r&b on U-92. luckily today was that day. no juice, but lots o' sun. high of like 80 something and tomorrow will be the same. of course i burned odd parts of my body but i'm hoping it will be a nice tan sometime in my life. wanted to go running this morning but it was already 74 by about 8:30. even tonight when i went it wasn't cold enough to keep me really cool while i ran. but i'm gonna keep at it. there is really no point but i get an A- for effort at least.

i just realized something really terrible about a certain person in my life. its basically an opinion i guess i’ve had for years, but just never thought about it i guess. and if this person found out about this, i know they would be really hurt by it. its no one that actually reads this blog, otherwise i wouldn’t have written all of this. either way, i obviously won’t reveal to the world what this opinion i have is. news spreads fast, too fast. however if you care to know, i'd be glad to divulge.

buy an island and stop already

Double Indemnity (1944): very cheesy. probably only a handful of people in the 40’s talked like fred macmurray. found some major plot holes. the movie is interesting, but it should have been bogart playing the main part. it was kind of slow and i didn’t like the constant narration, even though people probably consider it a trademark of this movie. don’t see.

The Interpreter (2005): nothing happens for about the first two hours. just lots of boring questions and no answers. all the action you will ever see was in the trailer. everyone overacts and sean penn is ugly. don’t see.

Hamlet (1948): i could already tell from the start that it would be hard to get through. wish i knew what was going on half the time. i got the gist of it but because its shakespeare, there are times when i’m clueless. doesn’t help that i’ve never read hamlet either. sound quality bad, cinematography and framing really good. props to any shakespearian actor. this stuff is hard. if you care for shakespeare, enjoy. all others enjoy something else. very good sword play for its time. plus this puts me to have seen every best picture winner to 1947. woo hoo!

i feel like my race class is freaking high school again. we drew gay self portraits last week. who does that except high schooler’s and elementary ed students. not that i’m knocking on the elem. peeps, but its nothing i want to do. also, just like high school, we meet five days a week, everyone chats madly before and after class, about 10 girls are exceptionally hot in the class, most people are naïve, lots of busy work, worthless class, morning class, and never gets out early. the professor also loves gloating about himself. he is super conservative but tries to be cool by acting like he is in the middle of the spectrum.

nothing out of the ordinary is going on in my life right now. busy, busy, busy though with classes and work. surprisingly i’m pretty caught up with everything too. been running a lot and hoping for that sliver of sun through the clouds so i can head over to the park. no big plans coming up until august. almost half way done with my stupid high school class. and is the chronic considered the greatest rap album of all time? cuz it really should be.

so i saw this headline “lucas plans ‘star wars’ spin-off tv series” and immediately thought that this is an example of someone who doesn’t know how to go out on top. its not that this tv show will destroy him, but if he quits after this next movie, he will be looked back on as having a near perfect record. if he does this show and it sucks, and i promise you, it will not live up to expectations and it will suck, then he will be looked back on as someone who did some of the most amazing things, and kept going back to tv for some unknown reason and failed every time. the only way this show would ever do well is if you had exactly the same actors play the characters, and had exactly the same if not more of a budget to work with. it has to basically be 48 minutes each week of what we would expect on screen. that’s impossible to live up to, unless he puts his entire fortunes on the line.

here is an excerpt from the article:

"According to Lucas, both shows will take place during the period between the end of Star Wars: Episdoe III - Revenge of the Sith and the original Stars Wars: Episdoe IV - A New Hope, when the Emperor became all-powerful and started hunting the Jedi down."

this is disappointing to read because this means that there is going to be a huge gap in time between III and IV. i think it would be much more interesting to bridge them together as close as possible where you can just pick up right into IV. wouldn't it be sweet if we could see all the way up to where vader's ship is chasing leia? but i don't come cheap and i would want carrie back on screen and like 100 lbs lighter of course.

two orange tabby's

King Kong (1933): starts off pretty boring. i think the remake will be amazing though. this had to of been massively popular when it came out. probably just like when jurassic park was released. the dino’s and kong end up killing people left and right. in like 2 minutes time i counted 30 people that had to of died. and how did a monkey get mixed up with the dino’s in the first place? obviously the fx are beyond laughable. reminds me of the days playing rampage on my NES. remember bashing down all the buildings and eating people. best game ever! add 9 more people to the casualty list. there was not really a climactic end to the king. basically he just gets mowed down with machine guns. don’t see.

Bringing Up Baby (1938): i couldn’t stand cary grant playing this nerd guy. but katharine hepburn is awesome. i think she would be my 30’s and 40’s girl until liz comes along. the movie is actually really funny. the characters end up going through so much random stuff that i don’t remember how it all got started in the first place. soooo funny though. the actors seemed to have done a ton of their own stunts which i’m all for. Very good, good acting. Buy it.

so there is an apartment across from ours in the next building. same lower level except the front of ours meets with the bedrooms of theirs. about a month ago the old tenants movies out and i remember telling kim something like, “well, there goes another one.” so after that, i remember i would always have to walk next to it and would notice in the windows of how empty the place was. not too long though, i could tell people were now living in it. i don’t remember how i could tell because i never actually saw people. i think what tipped me off was i would notice open windows and some windows where the screen had been taken off. my first sign of real life in our new neighbors started at about 6:45 a.m. as i trotted off to work and there in one of the open windows was a woman of some sort smoking a cigg. i never saw her face because i was looking down at her from the sidewalk and her head was behind the wall. anyways, it scared the shit out of me. and of course she never flinches from her smoke. after that i didn’t see anyone for some time, but would see the occasional light on or random chair in a room, but usually no more than 1 chair. i have yet to see furniture in the apartment, that includes the bedrooms and living room and kitchen. i assumed that it was just some couple that got the place and they are starting out and don’t have furniture yet. which still may very well be the case. the only real life the place seems to be some new tail for jonas to chase. a clone of our own cat roams outside and they have a sort of love-hate relationship. their story is too long to get into. today i was outside cleaning the windows of my jeep when this random, sweet lookin audi s4 and out comes this tall, lanky guy wearing these grey jeans, darker greyer sports coat looking thing, and black shoes. he was one of the most designer looking characters i’ve ever seen. he would be the christian bale in american psycho of today. super ultra trendy young rich guy. and he always had his back to me so i never got to see the front of him. mr. bale glided right into that apartment and gave a quick “hey” (not to me) before slamming the door. and that was it. i really think that whatever is going on over there i’m sure i want a part of. i need to meet them. i feel we have a connection because of our cats.

the hitler mom upstairs had another hissy fit today. i was listening to save the day’s ‘banned from the back porch’ at a very reasonable level as i always do, especially since the last time she acted like a baby. but there she goes stomping like she 3 years old. and she didn’t just keep her routine to just this room, but i heard the stomping travel out into the hallway, into the living room, then stop just short of the kitchen. i just sat there in shock at what i had just witnessed. if i was clever enough i would have just turned the music up louder cuz it’s a great song. i haven’t decided if i should retaliate or not. part of me wants to just let it go and keep the music to a whisper for rosemary’s baby. however i really think she deserves me pulling a tony soprano on her and putting up some permanent tunes on for her during the day.

i love staying up this late. i'd do it every night if i could.

Advance the flag of Dixie, Hurrah! Hurrah!

The Birth of a Nation (1915): as i watched i sometimes forgot it was made 90 years ago. feels like someone made this today and just tried to make it look like really ancient film. it has an artificial look to it. i found it very hard to follow what's really going on. strangely i found that the girls don't look much different than girls of the 20's and 30's. the movie is technically b&w, but they put colored tints over the lens, i'm assuming. this way each scene had its own personality and just added to the realism. for example, outdoors had a greenish tint and indoors was brownish-reddish. they used a yellowish-white tint for the cotton fields where all the horrible negro's worked (we'll get to that in a sec). anyways, it really does make for a beautiful effect. not that i'd expect any better, but there are the worst special effects known to man. although i have yet to see king kong. they used a huge cast for this thing. so why don't we parade our troops through the streets before sending them off to war? so they make our black brothers our to be some pretty dumb guys. it is also very anti-yankee (those are us winners). basically its a pro-southern movie. everyone take 10 seconds and think about what the world would be like today had the south won. ready . . . go! on a very random note, its funny because their arrangement for 'when johnny comes marching home' is the same arrangement i played like my sophomore year i think. so back to the movie . . . they even show good old abe to be a meanie, then a softy. was eery to watch probably the most accurate recreation of lincoln's death. although the movie is completely biased for the south, i wonder how much of it is true. it is so interesting because only the most racist people alive would produce a film like this. i don't know what the point of the opening disclaimer is (it talks about how its not meant to be against any race or the north, but its just another viewpoint of history, or something to that effect). the screenplay is very good and they should consider remaking it. and i just realized that the camera never pans or tracks anywhere. basically, in no shot will the camera ever move. makes for lots of cuts in scene. i don't think a single shot lasts longer than 20 seconds. if you want to see "the most influential movie ever made," then see this. which i do not agree or deny with. most other should steer clear because people shouldn't be this racists. it was funny though to watch the klansmen coming to the rescue of the lady in distress by them crazy black man. at the end you have no choice but to root for the klan because they are the only ones to save the innocent family. go klan!!

i hate work and hate school. need a vacation and quick.

lately i’ve been really digging the cure again. what’s weird is that its not the same stuff as what i used to listen to from them. back in the day i was really into their late eighties to late nineties stuff, basically from kiss me, kiss me, kiss me to wild mood swings. i still had all their earlier stuff, but it just never stuck with me. now all i listen to is their early and mid eighties (seventeen seconds to head on a door). and of course i have always loved disintegration. remember kids, disintegration is the best album ever. and for my own personal enjoyment, i’ve categorized all my cure albums into sub-sub-genres. enjoy! oh i will ethan.

eighties brit rock, pop, early goth,
the peel session (1978)
three imaginary boys (1979)
boys don’t cry (1979)
goth heavy depressive deep gloomy
seventeen seconds (1980)
faith (1981)
pornography (1982)
japanese whispers (1983)
the head on the door (1985)
staring at the sea (1986)
disintegration (1989)
pop, brit rock, deep, love driven, sad
kiss me, kiss me, kiss me (1987)
mixed up (1990)
wish (1992)
show (1993)
paris (1993)
wild mood swings (1996)
galore (1997)
back to both heavy depressive deep gloomy
bloodflowers (2000)
the cure (2004)

i was coming together with my list of most talented bands out there. the cure, u2, bright eyes, dave matthews band, and frankly that’s all i can think of now. feel free to add or subtract your owns bands while i try and think of more for mine own.

there are a few houses i pass each night of running that are worthy of mention. they are a row about 4 or 5 houses one block from my place. i generally never notice the houses as i begin my run and trot past them. well my run each night consists of walking back part of the way so i end up passing these houses at a walking pace and they are totally utah county’s version of the hill in boulder. they are kinda big houses that are old and not the best well kept, but still nice. on any given night you’ll see a billion cars parked out front of one of the houses, trash cans knocked all over the place, a little band playing in one of the houses, parties, and crazy college looking psychos walking into one of the houses that had its door just wide open but no lights on except for some weird colored lights upstairs, and random huge screen tv's and shitty furniture all over the place. think tom's place. nice to have a piece of home with me here.

i would have been pope lando II

The Great Ziegfeld (1936): freaking hilarious characters. i felt like i was going through a ride at disneyworld watching his big show. but not the fun rides. i'm talking about the majority of stuff at epcot. wasn't really a bad story. i didn't really connect with any character. also hard because no one cares about the follies today. this ziegfeld is the ultimate scoundrel. lando calrissian of the 30's. the musical scenes are so long and dragged on for eternies without end. its a great movie if you like really big stage productions with next to zero plot. you can also see what has to be the largest set piece known to man. don't see.

Shane (1953): sounds a lot like the plot of pale rider. bad transitions between shots. the kid actor ain't that bad. has one of the nicest locations i've ever seen in a movie. all the stupid symbolism the director is trying to use is all so obvious. it has the mother of all bar fights. most of the fights though were insanely long. and as i thought about it, its not bad transitions but just bad editing over all (as you can see, it wasn't even nominated in that category). i hated the cast because none of them actually fit the parts they were playing. most don't quite look or talk the parts except the kid. movie wasn't really even about shane but more about the husband. some really good cinematography. and funny that it was never actually night in the movie. i enjoyed all the random jokes used to keep a lighter mood. got a bad climax too compared to most westerns but i forgive them since this came out first. still, see the later westerns, not this. and why was there no sequel to this? don't see.

life would be so much better if we all had theme music. just imagine. and i've been getting excited to watch a birth of a nation because it will probably be the oldest film i ever see.

i was first unsure from the start when i saw the other two albums being released tuesday with weezer: dave matthews band and the starting line. both bands i love with more than a passion. but, i was true to my roots and purchased weezer. (yes, i could have just got two of them, but i don’t think kim would buy all that passion root stuff) but it was a sad thing to hear the album. i do like it, but i also enjoy listening to the killers. a soul wouldn’t dare see me at a killers’ show however. is the weezer status at a point in my life where i might just not go to a show? i knew i had to grow up sometime and conform to all the adults listening to whatever. i hope its not my time. there is nothing in me these days as far as music though. i don’t have any favorite album this week or this new genre that i’ve found. i’m empty. a number of songs did please though. its the ones that didn't please me that make me sick. they have always walked that fine line between rock and pop, but always leaned just a little to the rock which is why they had the main fan base always stick by them, but always be able to sway the rest of the population when the new album is released. but this time they went far into that realm of pop music and tried to make it not so obvious by throwing in some heavy power cords. this won't cause me to rebel against the band and denounce them. i still love all their early stuff and still consider them one of my all time favorite bands. and i'll still get the albums and go to the shows. but a little piece of me seems to have faded. its something that we've known for a long time, but never wanted to admit. now it has hit a number of those hard core fans in the face. you wonder why they went off into this direction. because they can? if they wanted to sell records, they new they should of gone in the reverse direction. they produced the work once, so why can't they repeat it? i'm curious to see what their next single from this will be. there are a few they should do if they have any common sense left in them at all.

i submit

"after two listens, i don't think weezer will ever be as good as pinkerton again. maladroit took them away from that bullcrap green album (i like it, but it's still shit compared to blue) and i was hoping this would be even better, but dude, they lost it. i still love them and will probably buy every album they put out, but this album is just radio friendly crap. no one is more dissapointed than me. there are some good tracks and maybe it'll grow on me, but you gotta admit, deep down, they just ain't the weez we used to know."

-ms, may 05, 2005


Weezer Make Believe
[Interscope; 2005]
Rating: 0.4

If you're one of those poor souls who while away the day job by keeping a scorecard of music review sites, there's one thing you already know: There are two distinct groups of bad albums. The more prevalent kind is the fodder that fills a critic's mailbox, bands with awkward names and laser-printed cover art that don't inspire ire so much as pity. The second group is more treacherous: Bands that yield high expectations due to past achievements, yet, for one reason or another, wipe out like "The Wide World of Sports"' agony-of-defeat skier.

Often, these albums are bombarded with website tomatoes for reasons you can't necessarily hear through speakers: the band changes their sound and image to court a new crossover audience, perhaps, or attempts a mid-career shift into ill-advised territory. Or maybe they start writing songs about Moses in hip-hop slang. But sometimes the bad album in question is none of the above; it doesn't offend anyone's delicate scene-politics sensibilities or try to rewrite a once-successful formula in unfortunate ways. Sometimes an album is just awful. Make Believe is one of those albums.

Weezer have been given a lot of breaks in their second era-- both The Green Album and Maladroit were cut miles of slack despite consisting of little more than slightly above-average power-pop. The obvious reason for this lenience has to do with the mean age of rock critics, and the fact that most of these mid-20s scribes were at their absolute peak for bias-forming melodrama when The Blue Album and Pinkerton were released. Even for someone like me, who came late to the Weezer appreciation club, it was impossible to hear these "comeback" albums without the echoes of the earlier alt-rock pillars ringing in our ears.

But now there's an antidote to that nostalgic interference. Right from the start of Make Believe, when Weezer lurches into a flaccid take on Joan Jett's "I Love Rock N' Roll" with an unfathomably horrible speak/sing vocal from Rivers Cuomo (think "I like girls who wear Abercrombie & Fitch"), you can hear hundreds of critics mouthing "no no no" and going into crumpled shock. What's more disconcerting is that the song gets worse over the course of its three minutes (let's just say "Framptonesque voicebox solo" and get back to repressing the memory)-- and it's the album's first single.

Hearing a song like "We Are All on Drugs", which nicks the classic melody of the schoolyard "Diarrhea" song (you know, "when you're sliding into first..." and so on) for an anti-drug message stiffer than Nancy Reagan's "Diff'rent Strokes" cameo, it calls into question whether The Blue Album was really that great, or whether it just stood out as a rare beacon of guitar pop in a grunge-obsessed era. Trying to wrap your mind around the land-cliché-record lyrics of songs like "My Best Friend" and "Haunt You Every Day" leads me to wonder how Pinkerton could ever have seemed like such a cathartically resonant treatise on unrequited love. Was Rivers Cuomo always on the notebook-scrawl level of "I don't feel the joy/ I don't feel the pain," and did we not notice because scrawling in notebooks was the depth of our emotional knowledge at the time?

Okay, let's not be so hard on ourselves here: I'm pretty sure this is all Rivers' fault. Pinkerton triumphed by being an uncomfortably honest self-portrait of Cuomo. On Make Believe, his personality has vanished beneath layers of self-imposed universality, writing non-specific power ballads like he apprenticed with Diane Warren, and whoah-oh-ohing a whole lot in lieu of coming up with coherent or interesting thoughts. Coupled with his continued obsession with tired power chords and bland riff-rock (surprisingly not sonically boosted by producer Rick Rubin, whose post-"99 Problems" grip on relevance is now officially spent), the creative driving force behind the Weez is asleep at the wheel.

Considering Weezer supposedly went through hundreds of songs and several discarded albums to arrive at this final product, the laziness of this songwriting borders on the offensive. Whether recycling dynamics from the band's back catalog (see: "Perfect Situation") or taking the easy Mother Goose rhyme (see: every fucking song here), these 12 tracks sound as if they were dashed off in an afternoon's work, maybe with Rubin holding the band at gunpoint. The one half-decent song on the record, "This Is Such a Pity", fails to even maintain its status as a pleasant Cars homage, interjecting a guitar solo that sounds like it was cut from the original score to Top Gun.

So does Make Believe completely ruin not just present-day Weezer, but retroactively, any enjoyment to be had from their earlier work? I don't know-- I'm too scared to re-listen to those first two albums-- but it certainly appears that Make Believe will expertly extract the last remaining good graces the critical community has to offer latter-day Weezer, unless my colleagues' memories of slow-dancing with Ashley to "Say It Ain't So" are more powerful than I can possibly imagine. Of course, if Ashley went on to break your heart, fellow critic, Make Believe might be just the medicine you need; put it on repeat and watch your emotional scar be obliterated as collateral damage in the torpedoing of Weezer's legacy.

-Rob Mitchum, May 9, 2005

lets roll

Sin City (2005): the stupid comic book talk gets really old, really fast. so does this theme of, 'we all live in the crappiest, grimmest, darkest place on the planet.' this shouldn't be a movie but a three season lasting show on fox. and what's up with tarantino's 'guest appearance as director'? again, this is sounding more and more like a tv show. it does tie up all nicely, but proves again that i'm just not a fan of movies like this. would be a great GTA video game though. and don't let the all star cast of B-list actors fool you. most of the actors don't really shine in this movie, although some are exceptional, but very few. after a few days had past and i had more time to think about his movie, i really kinda had a change of heart. it was a good movie, just very very different. i might need to see it again, however i think i'm going to put it on my B-list to buy. everyone else should see it.

Grand Hotel (1932): now this is an all star cast of A-list actors. from the start i was hoping that the movie wasn't just about six people's lives in a hotel because i've seen countless movies about the lives of x amount of people and i'm getting bored of them. i noticed that the actors talked so beautifully back then. both joan crawford and greta garbo are great. each the their stories are very unique, but not everything was super interesting. this is a remake waiting to happen with the baron played by deniro. you can pretty much tell exactly what is going to happen at the end and throughout the movie. in the end, it wasn't half bad and will go on my B-list to buy.

do you think people have taken 2001 so far as to make a religion out of it? not that i'm planning on renting out some space in a strip mall to open doors for sunday worship. just curious.

so this week from hell is finally over. actually it will end today at 1 pm when i get off of work. school is so terrible right now. i have this five week class that is straight out of high school. then i had 1 night to put together a 20 minute powerpoint presentation for another class that i did yesterday. class everyday, work everyday, wedding yesterday for kim's cousin rachae or however its spelled. that wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. i got to dance with kim's mom and sis which was a blast. dancing with my girl was fun too. i'm so far behind in pretty much everything. i've got movies to review, thoughts to post, things that have happened that i'm sure i've forgotten about, and still more homework. k's fam is still in town and leaves tomorrow. ryan graduated this past week and today is his grad party which i wish i could have gone to. jessIE's going to meheeko for the week and is gonna miss a ton of school. she's also interning at the fourth district court which is awesome! and i'm getting into this nasty habit of sleeping at work. its not bad in that it is affecting my performace at this place, but i'm just not getting anything done as far as homework and this here blog. i need to break it so that i can get crap done at work.

i wonder why pope jp2 didn't come to the u.s. more during his papacy. i have my theories, but it would be interesting to have known the real reasons why. and i have to say that benedict doesn't have the sweet look that jp2 had. in fact, no offense to the church, but he's kinda ugly. jp2 for his first few years was actually a really good looking sweet man. wonder if that will make any kind of difference in the end.

and my quick little mention of saddam hussein. he will be tried in a court, but i think it will be pointless. obviously he will be found guilty. imagine if he was found innocent. that would be so embarrassing for the united states and the pres. it is war and we should just put him away or kill him. we are only going through a court so that some day when history looks back on us, they will say that we were just and fair to even our most wicked enemies. we are deceiving the history books because we are not just or fair when it comes to non-americans. usually the winners of war make the rules without much interference from anyone else. nuremburg was a waste of time because obviously they were all guity. the allies decided they were guilty, not the court. if the court decided they were not guilty, then the winner would not be the winner. this is not to say that any of these men deserved anything less than death. i'm just saying lets skip the trial because its all for show. saddam may or may not deserve to die, but bush already decided his fate by winning iraq. lets just get on with it. can you imagine a u.s. president on trial for war crimes? i can't even fathom, but can only hope.

open the pod bay doors hal

Going May Way (1944): good simple acting, but bing crosby is a crappy singer. i found the movie pretty boring. it is basically catholics gone wild in black and white. and did i mention bing was a shitty singer? the title song sucked too. way too much singing even if it is a musical. the main character is very non-existent today at least i've never known anyone as good as he. guess how i'm gonna rate this? makes catholic church in the 40's look like a cool place to be, but other than that it blew. don't see.

The Greatest Show On Earth (1952): it wasn't looking good from the start. this is the worst plug or product placement for a company in history of film. it was such a freak show with no plot. it felt like a tv show with 40 characters like some crappy soap opera. i can't imagine this movie influencing any one to actually go to the circus. you get a life time worth of circus in only 150 minutes. you get to see charlie heston kick some ass which is always good. i would have hated to be in the circus crowds for the movie because they had to endure days of shooting the marathon circus, whereas we only get a few hours shoved down our throats. and who is the target audience? its too circus gay for adults to care but too damn long for kids. i hope b&b's circus today isn't as ghetto as they were then. but this movie is entirely what i remember circus's being like back in the eighties. that could have also been what i remember at circus circus. but i doubt the circus life is this eventful. the fx are ugly. spoiler: but i will give them a compliment about the crash scene because i really did feel for everyone involved because so much story led up to this. you start to almost feel like you are part of the circus. lastly, wouldn't they suspect something from a clown that wears his makeup 24 hours a day? i'm talking about jimmy stewart playing 'buttons', the wife killer hiding in the circus as a clown, who actually has a big heart and is really nice and is able to save the day before being hauled off to jail. its one of the worst movies i've ever seen. honestly, gigi was better. and gigli for that matter.

10-14: gigi put me to seeing every best picture winner since 1952, the greatest show on earth puts me to 1948. and yes folks, there are still more to see.

there was a defining moment in ape history when he (or she) was able to reason, use a tool, etc. god said when this happens, apes are now all humans. everything prior to these new humans are not apes and is what separates man from animal. or maybe only to a point where they can understand and comprehend the existence of a god. just one of the many revelations of 2001.

tonight is my last official movie night and these mini-parties so i betta get crack-a-lackin. ho.