Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Saturday, January 29, 2005 The Pitch: It's Still like The Sorrow meets The End! Finished Metal Gear Solid 3 last night after dinner: liked it so much, I may go back and play again as there are all these little extras I'm obsessed with finding and completing. Then onto the end of GTA, and then that's it. Except for maybe a rental of The Punisher. And maybe Mercenaries. And then that's it. But what about when that sequel to Champions of Norrath comes out next month? Arghhhh...Edi and I watched the "uncut" version of Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle. From what I can tell, they cut maybe twenty seconds of this for the theatrical release, so I'm glad I got this used & cheap. The movie completely comes apart at the end (it would've helped if the marketing people had kept a lid on Demi Moore's role in the flick since the whole thing is angled really well to be a surprise; but frankly, the weirdo lesbian/mirror/"I'm like you, you're like me" scene with Demi and Cameron made absolutely no sense anyway) but there's a lot to like here: Cameron Diaz's genuine amusement whenever she goes into "sex kitten" mode; Justin Theroux's hilarious-yet-scary-yet-hilarious villain; Cameron Diaz's genuine amusement whenever she starts rolling her butt; those anime-derived close-ups in the utterly absurd dirt-bike race; and etc. I haven't dipped into all the "bonus features" yet, but I like where McG and his producer pal talk about why they picked the songs they used in the film. Listening to the producer pal, a mopey thirty-something dressed like a mopey twenty-something, use words like "banging" to describe songs is one of the sublime delights of cinema--I can't help but imagine him giving date-rape drugs to seventeen year olds every time he opens his mouth. Oh, and hey! I've got a theory about Franz Kafka. I was re-reading Introducing Kafka by David Zane Mairowitz and Robert Crumb and I noticed something really interesting that might explain a lot about Franz K. So now I have to figure out if I dig in my heels, do shitloads of research, and try to write an academic article that will likely be either unpublished or obscure, or just blab about it in my blog and get it out there. I'll let you know which one I choose. I am utterly messed up with regards to time: ten days ago, I couldn't believe it was still only mid-January. Now, I am stunned that the month is over so soon. Now it's time for Edi's birthday, Valentine's Day, and the fear and loathing an upcoming tax day always inspires me. Sounds "banging," no? Work has come in, and both of my co-workers--both of them!--are at lunch. How two men who start work two hours apart can take lunch within twenty minutes of each other is a mystery I can't begin to unravel (not with work sitting in front of me, anyway). I'm almost hoping they're having sex in a closet somewhere--that way, I can pretend I'm not the only one getting screwed. posted by Jeff Lester | 6:14 PM | |
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