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:: 8.08.2004 ::
So, we're going to call this the movie edition.
The Beach: This movie was one part Rules of Attraction, one part Titanic, one part Jaws, one part Lord of the Rings, and one part Dude, Where's My Car. I was not as impressed as I heard I would be, but overall it was entertaining and not so mucha waste of time. In the end, I thought it was probably trying to be a big social comentary on something, but really it just taught me that because Leonardo DiCaprio is a beautiful person (and I mean that in an honest kind of heterosexual way) people like to have sex with him. In the water.
Way of the Gun: Nice. Well done. Good story. Good setting. Bloody. Very. But still entertaining, and nothing was really lost because of the violence. Twisted, yet touching. In the end, it all worked out, but in a way that made you think it was supposed to, but not because it was a movie. However, I will say that even if I was beign shot at, I wouldn't jump into the well in the center of an abandoned town. Hell, it could have been ten feet deep for all he knew.
American Psycho: Also nice, also well done, also bloody, but a much better soundtrack. Good social message too. I'm sure I can't say anything about this movie that someone hasn't said in the past, so I'm not going to try. I will jsut say that if there was ever a question about me entering into the world of stocks, money, and business, it has been forever and finally answered. I won't.
Small Time Crooks: Weak. It was funny, but not really laugh-out-loud. There is just something frustrating about watching Woody Allen stumble and stammer around for an hour and a half. It's one thing to have something insightful to add, or it's another thing to have bumbling idiots flailing around, but somehow, Allen doesn't pull off any of it with dignity. However, speaking in a strictly physical appearance sense, the resemblance is becoming truly uncanny.
El Mariachi: Thus begins my attempt to watch the trilogy of these movies. This one was good and I enjoyed it, dispite the subtitles. I'm not sure where it's going to go because it seems like the end really wrapped itself up, for all practical purposes, so I don't know where he is driving off to with the dog and the weapons, but I'm sure it's big because it's got to be enough for two more movies. Stay tuned for more on that.
As a final word. In an attempt to make this blog more interactive we're going to have a little vote. This Sunday, the warped Tour comes to Detroit. Should I spend forty bucks to see a half a dozen bands that I haven't seen much of but want to and a bunch of bands I've never heard of, or just end that particular chapter of my life and be content to live as a punk rocker vicariously through my music collection. Remember, your vote counts!
"I was here before they exploited our scene, I'll be here when they're dead and fucking gone..."
:: Freddy F. at 11:29 PM [+] ::
Comments:
Yeah, go to the show. I mean, why the hell not? What else are you going to be doing? Rooting for the wolverines? Working in an automobile factory? Celebrating an NBA championship? Bragging about how your state resembles a boxing glove? No. You're not. Go see the fast music.
I'm sure The Beach is a lot like Lord of the Rings, but I would have to say it is more like Lord of the Flies. More of 'kill the pig' than 'kill the hobbits'.
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