Grave tragedy struck Arkansas again; today a dog crashed a truck into a building.
No one was hurt. The animal, as yet unnamed, wasn’t cited, although he did consult an attorney.
Month: December 2004
Focker Off
The attendants informed the entire theater that the 8pm show for Meet the Fockers was sold out and I was one person away from the last available ticket. At that point there were several options available.
1) Throw a hissy fit, rage out in storm of curses like the fifty people nearby.
2) Buy tickets for the 11pm show, sit on the couches eating fatty concessions for 3 hours.
3) Admit to the Wife that we left the house too late and go home. Not an option.
The choice was clearly number 4: buy tickets for the 11pm showing and present them for the 8pm screening. Little secret for you super serious movie theater managers: staff doesn’t check the tickets unless you are watching them. Perhaps they are underpaid? Overworked? Maybe they just don’t care?
Anyway the oversight was our gain. We found a decent seat at the 8pm show and laughed our a**** off. Funny, funny flick. Hopefully, the small child I knocked over is OK now.
NOTE: No one was hurt in the writing of this blog, or at the movie theater. I am joking.
Xmas, the aftermath
Each holiday season I spread the wondrous stash of Xmas booty across the carpet and revile in the glory that are unsolicited material goods. Sure, ’tis the season for giving, peace and togetherness. And it’s also a time for booty. Lots and lots of booty.
This year was better than most. Thanks to all who contributed to my comfort index. However, one gift stands apart from the herd. It’s special. It’s different. A re-gift passed from father to son and back again for 12 years. Neither of us have dared crack the seal.
It’s a big, old plastic jar of…well, the picture below says it all. Not sure what one does with this product, although the label indicates the contents are flammable.
What was your favorite Xmas gift? Please talk amongst yourselves..
Blade Trinity
With a Matrix inspired score, excellent fight sequences, explosions and a slew of new characters, the third installment in the Blade franchise suffers from one fatal defect: a story we haven’t seen twice before and better.
Look at any plot writeup for Blade I/II and you’ll have more than you need to know about the Blade III. The vampires of the world are mad about Blade hunting them and they conspire to resurrect/build/assemble the “ultimateâ€? Blade killer. Whatever.
Sure, there are great moments in this film, Blade fighting the original vampire ( don’t call him Dracula ), Parker Posey as a vampire, Ryan Reynolds as a recovering vampire, Jessica Biel naked in the shower, vampire blood dripping off her supple, naked body. Mmm…Jessica Biel. But there aren’t enough great moments or Jessica Biel nude to counteract that not so fresh feeling.
Three things that work about this movie:
1) Fight scenes are better than Blade I or II. Good.
2) Ode de Matrix score really did help. Very good.
3) Jessica Biel in the shower. Very, very good.
Three things that need improvement:
1) The script.
2) The director. MTV inspired spastic-cam cuts do not a action/drama make.
3) See 1 and 2.
Verdict: DVD/video rental. DVD purchase ill advised unless freeze frame viewing Jessica Biel for eternity is paramount.