Uuuuuuuuuummmmm, I think I have mono. Really. All signs are pointing to it. But I’m not sure if I’m only feeling some of the symptoms because I think I’ve got it. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.
Yeah, I guess that drunken, “maybe I just need to make out with someone” was in haste, eh? EH?
And, uh, jep. Since I am oh-so-regrettably restricted to the confines of the sofa chambah tonight, why not post something worth reading? The shizzit that’s stank up this blog lately needs a little fumigation. So consider this literary Febreeze ©.
MOVIE REVIEWS!!!
Y Tu Mama Tambien (“And Your Mother, Too”)
I liked it. Not loved, just liked. The excessive nudity wasn’t a problem, it just, sort of… lagged. Probably due to a low budget, I don’t know. I guess I was expecting a big ending or some such drama, but there wasn’t one/any. In a way, it was almost better that way though, because the film really did reflect life in that respect. There aren’t always conclusive little wrap-ups to situations and relationships. Sometimes people just change, and there aren’t trumpets and flags to acknowledge that change. So in that sense, “Y Tu Mama…” does a fantastic fucking job. Oh, but the actors. TOO GOOD. They couldn’t have casted this better. Tenoch and Julio were every teenage boy that has ever babbled drunkenly on about sex, drugs, alcohol, music, sex, and sex. It’s been a while since I’ve seen actors disappear so well into their characters. Overall I give it a(n): A+ for casting, a B+ for cinematography, a B- for the script, and a B for editing.
The Disenchanted
Yet another old, French film I had the guts to rent and was subsequently let down by. Here’s a tip that I’ve come to understand very well: If the film is French and was made between 1960 and 1990, KEEP WALKING. Don’t waste your time, because they all suck. At least the ones we piggish Americans have access to do. Here’s the plot of “The Disenchanted”: A girl is dared by her boyfriend to sleep with the ugliest guy she can find in order to prove her love of him, or to see if their love is unbreakable, or something. First the girl finds a nerdy boy her own age. The get as far as the bedroom, but when it comes to getting down with the “beast with two backs,” there’s no dice. The girl runs off. Then, when her boyfriend is beating her, some middle aged, lecherous, swanky brute comes in to save her. Later she ends up at his apartment and he almost throws knives at her. Still no dice though, as she falls asleep and he’s not horny enough to take advantage of the situation, I guess. Somewhere during the plot we meet her father (who’s is disturbingly referred to in the subtitles as “sugardaddy”), who, um… I’m not exactly sure why he kept showing up. At some point about ¾ of the way through I decided to check my e-mail and do the dishes, so I can’t be sure what eventually went down. Just be certain not to see this movie. Ever. Overall I give it a(n): B+ for casting, an F for music (The only music ever played was Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Games” for about 30 seconds. No background music, no nothin’.), a C- for the script, and an general C for everything else. When will we learn.
And the boring stuff:
40 Watt show on Friday! 40 Watt show on FAH-RI-DAY!!! Everyone should go. Why? Because it will rokk. Like a foxx. It’s kinda like this mélange of hip-hop, latin, ska, and jazz. Oh, and their lineup changes basically every time they play. And hopefully Starline will be lax. Er, no. Hopefully they won’t be. So they can keep their liquor license and keep us kiddies fed with sweet sweet local tunes. Anyway. It’s at Starline and will probably start at around nine or ten. Most likely between $5 - $10.
Yeah, I guess that drunken, “maybe I just need to make out with someone” was in haste, eh? EH?
And, uh, jep. Since I am oh-so-regrettably restricted to the confines of the sofa chambah tonight, why not post something worth reading? The shizzit that’s stank up this blog lately needs a little fumigation. So consider this literary Febreeze ©.
MOVIE REVIEWS!!!
Y Tu Mama Tambien (“And Your Mother, Too”)
I liked it. Not loved, just liked. The excessive nudity wasn’t a problem, it just, sort of… lagged. Probably due to a low budget, I don’t know. I guess I was expecting a big ending or some such drama, but there wasn’t one/any. In a way, it was almost better that way though, because the film really did reflect life in that respect. There aren’t always conclusive little wrap-ups to situations and relationships. Sometimes people just change, and there aren’t trumpets and flags to acknowledge that change. So in that sense, “Y Tu Mama…” does a fantastic fucking job. Oh, but the actors. TOO GOOD. They couldn’t have casted this better. Tenoch and Julio were every teenage boy that has ever babbled drunkenly on about sex, drugs, alcohol, music, sex, and sex. It’s been a while since I’ve seen actors disappear so well into their characters. Overall I give it a(n): A+ for casting, a B+ for cinematography, a B- for the script, and a B for editing.
The Disenchanted
Yet another old, French film I had the guts to rent and was subsequently let down by. Here’s a tip that I’ve come to understand very well: If the film is French and was made between 1960 and 1990, KEEP WALKING. Don’t waste your time, because they all suck. At least the ones we piggish Americans have access to do. Here’s the plot of “The Disenchanted”: A girl is dared by her boyfriend to sleep with the ugliest guy she can find in order to prove her love of him, or to see if their love is unbreakable, or something. First the girl finds a nerdy boy her own age. The get as far as the bedroom, but when it comes to getting down with the “beast with two backs,” there’s no dice. The girl runs off. Then, when her boyfriend is beating her, some middle aged, lecherous, swanky brute comes in to save her. Later she ends up at his apartment and he almost throws knives at her. Still no dice though, as she falls asleep and he’s not horny enough to take advantage of the situation, I guess. Somewhere during the plot we meet her father (who’s is disturbingly referred to in the subtitles as “sugardaddy”), who, um… I’m not exactly sure why he kept showing up. At some point about ¾ of the way through I decided to check my e-mail and do the dishes, so I can’t be sure what eventually went down. Just be certain not to see this movie. Ever. Overall I give it a(n): B+ for casting, an F for music (The only music ever played was Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Games” for about 30 seconds. No background music, no nothin’.), a C- for the script, and an general C for everything else. When will we learn.
And the boring stuff:
40 Watt show on Friday! 40 Watt show on FAH-RI-DAY!!! Everyone should go. Why? Because it will rokk. Like a foxx. It’s kinda like this mélange of hip-hop, latin, ska, and jazz. Oh, and their lineup changes basically every time they play. And hopefully Starline will be lax. Er, no. Hopefully they won’t be. So they can keep their liquor license and keep us kiddies fed with sweet sweet local tunes. Anyway. It’s at Starline and will probably start at around nine or ten. Most likely between $5 - $10.
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