What a catastrophe!
Someone explain to me again why are we ruled by this idiot?
Recently Seen In Theatres
Fantastic Four: The Rise of the Silver Surfer.
The first one was boring, but given that it has to establish the characters, their relationships, and the milieu they’ll be functioning in, it can be slightly forgiven for being too expository. Slightly. But I’m not the one to accept it. The first one was listless and the plot stank.
Sequels should be much better. There’s no longer a need to establish the situation. They should hit the ground running and therefore they should generally be a rocking good time.
This one wasn’t. It retained the boring, listless atmosphere of the first one. It also makes the mistake of making the Silver Surfer into the most boring of characters. I mean, come on, the Cosmic Force. What happened? Also, Galactus as a cloud was plain stupid. That was really the reason why I wanted to see it. I was interested in who would be playing Galactus. I was hoping for Bruce Willis, but a cloud of smoke. It seems that Lost’s smoke monster has got a really good agent. Coming soon to the multiplex near you smoke monster in Dukes of Hazard 3!
Jessica Alba with blue eyes is extremely disturbing to look at. She should not act anymore. She should just be a Maxim girl. The dude who played Reed Richards, Mr. Fantastic, was struggling to put on brave face. The show must go on.
The problem with the Fantastic Four franchise is that the writers and director do not believe in the comic book. They seem to have abandoned the stories of the comic for something not quite like it. A fake and a no good facsimile of the Fantastic Four just plain sucks.
2 of 5 stars.
Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End
What can be said about this third installment? It’s a bloated, disjointed movie. I couldn’t keep up with the various double crosses throughout the movie. Who was backstabbing whom? I don’t know nor do I care. It left me pondering what happened to the fun and exciting pirates of the first movie. Then it left me deducing that hoboes are the new pirates and the old pirates are just world weary sailors.
I can’t wait for Hoboes of the Railyards: The Black Pearl.
2 of 5 stars.
Olivia Kayla Vallar
Why it was almost yesterday that they had the Iz!
Congratulations to the parents.
Good luck to her older sister. Don’t fight. At least not until she can hit back.
Hitchhikers Guide
I’m not a big fan of Clark Gable or Claudette Colbert, but in It Happened One Night, they do the funniest scene. It’s a classic and if you’ve seen this movie or know anything about the screwball comedy genre, you’ll know it — the hitchhiking scene.
Here it is in several screen shots.
Move number one. This shows independence. You don’t care if they stop or not. You’ve got money in your pocket.
Move number two. This means you have a brand new story about the farmer’s daughter.
Move number three. The pitiable one. Works better with a long face.
Try number one. Keep your eye on the thumb. How’s that work?
Not that good!
Give number three a go!
It don’t work either.
Here’s a new move!
This’ll stop ’em every time.
And of course this is a classic scene. It had me rolling on the floor. Besides Clark Gable in this scene is pretty much the inspiration for bugs bunny. He’s chewing on a carrot the whole time.
On the Road. It’s a fast day!
I was blazing today. Average of 15.2 mph. And it felt like it.
I know that there were some times when I was cruising above 20 mph on the flats.
I like the cool weather. It made me spin like crazy. I usually go for the warmer weather, but today was fun. I had on my arm warmers and toe covers to keep me somewhat warm. It was great.
I’ve already equal the number of times I’ve ridden last June. Also, my mileage from then to now is more. Perhaps I may reach my goal this year.
Ocean’s 13
Ocean’s 13 is another of the dreaded third installment of a trilogy that seem to have infected the movie theatres this summer. In this one, Danny Ocean and his band of con-men have come back to Vegas to avenge the honor of one of their own who was put into the hospital after a deal had gone sour. By coming back to Vegas, the story arc has come full circle. It tries to capture the magic from the first Ocean’s movie, but it fails to be as inspired as that one.
The key to these films is to know that they all have fun happens. And this one didn’t have much fun. I think it was because of the lack of Bernie Mac and too much of Matt Damon. Did you notice that he’s the one who fools around with the girl? So the first had George Clooney, Brad Pitt the second, and this one Matt Damon’s turn. Plus, he doesn’t get the girl in the end. Ellen Barkin’s character was used for laughs. She was treated very respectfully and in a film with guys you needed a girl for some balance. They should’ve hit her on the head or punched her in the face. With the way they treated her it wouldn’t have seemed out of place.
Anyway, this installment was just so-so. Neither exciting like the first or embarrassing like the second. It just went along, to make it’s money.
3 of 5 stars
Father’s Day
In a week, it will be father’s day, but today it is already that for me. My dad died on this day 7 years ago. It was a dreadful day. Since then, I don’t know how to sum it up or speak about it. I think I don’t know how I feel about it at all.
I had spent the night before he died with him in the hospital. There were words exchanged that night that are hard to grasp. I vaguely recall them only because they are too painful to recall. It was comforting and heart breaking at the same time. You see I spent most of his last year alive with him almost daily. The cancer that took his life was a pain to watch ravage him, but I like to think that I was there to help him when he needed mostly taking him to the dialysis clinic or the occasional hospital visit. On those rides to the doctor’s office, he subtly hinted that he knew that he was dying. I don’t think I paid much heed to them until he explicitly told me he was going to die soon. Then I felt scared.
To this day, I still wonder if I had been as caring for him in his last days as I could’ve been.
When I got home from the hospital on the day he died, I set about mowing the lawn. It was just me and my youger brother. The call came sometime after noon. My brother came out and said we should get to the hospital. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to not have a father.
My actions were queer and deliberate. I stopped mowing, went inside, and took a shower. I dreaded going. I wished it hadn’t have happened, so I took a shower. I don’t know why.
We rode to the hospital in silence. Neither one of us wanting to say it. I did not see my father alive again.
Yet, he still lives in me. I am my father’s son or at least as close to being the type of person he had wanted me to be. If I could be half the man my father was then I can feel that I am much.
I will always remember the time together we shared during that last year of his life.
I remember the final night with him in the hospital. You know we cried together that night. He told me to love my mom and take care of her, to love my brothers and respect them, to love myself and be proud, and to love my family for they are what’s best about the world.
For a better reminiscence, see my brother’s entry,
On the road. Almost.
I was on my bike today. Then I was off it fixing a flat. I had already changed the tube once this summer, because of a slow leak. As a cyclist, you should always know how to fix a flat. I know how to.
I just put a spare tube in.
It’s cheating, I know, but it’s the easiest way.
If you have the tools.
I keep some tire irons in a saddle bag. They help to get the tire off the rim. I keep the spare tube in there as well. It would help if I kept a pump, but I have one of those CO2 canister dispensers. Of course it would’ve been good if I had some CO2. I had left it in the dispenser which probably made all the air leak out of it.
I was left on the side of the road twenty minutes into the ride. I had to call my mom up to pick me up once I found out that I don’t have any air to fill my replacement tube. Stuck on the side of the road. Waiting.
So I learned today to keep a spare air in the saddle bag. And not to put the CO2 canister locked in the dispenser. I am a fool.
"Don't let them tease you. You can tell me all about her."
As you know, I am currently keen on Barbara Stanwyck movies. Ever since I saw The Lady Eve, I have been going through her films weekly. I must have watched The Lady Eve several times already, and almost daily do I put the DVD in the player to watch a few minutes. But, there are so many classic scenes in the movie that I lose myself in it and end up watching it fully. I just dig her in it.
My favorite scene happens half way through the movie as Jean starts her ploy to ensnare Hopsie in her revenge. She poses as the Lady Eve Sidwich at a party given by Hopsie’s father in her honor. There she meets Hopsie face-to-face.
She casually and non-chalantly greets him as if they had never met.
Hopsie was incredulous and caught tongue tied. He couldn’t believe this English Lady was the same grifter he had met on the boat.
He asks, “Have we met?”
“Of course we have, your father just introduced us.”
And it goes downhill quick for Hopsie from there.
Stanwyck plays it marvelously. Her face as she lies to him does not betray one hint of recognition. She is daring him to call her bluff. He doesn’t, and she subtly mocks him for it.
It’s enough to make Hopsie fall over himself.
The scene ends with a Hopsie’s father’s toast to the Lady Eve over her wily ways.
“Well, I don’t know what she looked like, but if she looked anything like you, here’s to her.”
She looked just like her, because it was her. She and her being the same person. It’s a brilliant line that gets to the theme of the movie.
If you haven’t seen it, I recommend that you do. It’s on the American Film Institute’s list of 100 comedies. Put it in your Netflix queue.