I need to change the layout of my blog. If I this was a few years back, I could’ve done it myself. Now, I am to lazy to find out how to make changes this site’s HTML code. Sad, but true. I need help.
When I saw the first Underworld, I was slightly impressed. I don’t go for vampires. No fascination with them whatsoever. Yet, this war with werewolves was intriguing. If I had blogged the movie back then, my review would’ve been a solid 3 of 5 stars. Mediocre but watchable.
Well the sequel to Underworld had opened up last week and I had to watch it. I confess that I was anticipating it for the last month. Not only for Kate Beckinsale in tight leather, but to finish up the story. I was sorely disappointed. In fact, I think I was played for the fool.
This sequel starts off perhaps minutes after the last, but it is light years from the first. I can’t believe that this was the same setting as the last. It seems as if the writer and the director wanted to throw out everything good about the previous film and start anew. And where they started was at the core of Blood Rayne (I have not seen it, but I am sure it is just as crappy). It then flows into a mire of crap. The trilogy seemed condensed into a two-parter. Perhaps they knew with this stinker of a movie that they could not tell it all because they’ll all be fired by then. There was more chases, more Kate Beckinsale skin (a plus!!), and more vampires. After the defeat of the werewolves there was no more enemy except themselves. Vampire v. Vampire. As Butthead would’ve said, “This sucks, Beavis.” What happened?
Don’t make the third installment. I won’t watch it after being robbed.
2 of 5 stars. For the naked side of Kate Beckinsale.
I was sitting in the Common Room with an early free period. I think it was day 2 and Religion wasn’t schedule for then. I had just settled down on the couch with some friends when someone came from the library.
“The shuttle has exploded.”
“Bullshit.”
“They’re showing it on tv in the library.”
We got up, went to the library and watched. What a catastrophe! I remember the iconic plumes of the solid rocket boosters, twisting free from the wreckage. I remember them doing their death spiral down until self-detonation. I remember the rain of debris as they seemingly floated gently down to splash into the ocean.
Twenty years ago. Yet it is still vivid in memory. I have had a morbid fascination with that event ever since and have read lots on the subject. Things an engineer has to know. Murphy’s Law. Blind luck. Pure fate. The gods have spoken.
For all you Mac programmers out there (Pretty soon there’ll be many), if you haven’t heard the CocoaRadio podcast, then what are you waiting for? Each is a good long interview, but the programmers he gets are the cream of the crop. Listen to them, one can easily imagine that one can attain the life.
Someday soon…
Here, I got to admit that I have been watching some of that stupid reality show, Dancing with the Stars and found out how painful it is to be Master P. If you’ve seen it you know what I mean. He can’t (or most likely won’t) dance, and the stupid American public is keeping him on the show.
Stop. Please, stop.
His partner probably cries at night. Americans are so cruel.
Vote for the girl with legs to her neck, Stacy Keibler. Vote for short Drew Lachey. Vote for anyone, but Master P. It’s not funny anymore.
Are you tired of new year’s lists already? Here’s a list that will sum up how shitty the last year has been. This is especially sweet with you at number 4.
“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.”
What did Jimmy James say about this?
“What was the Constitution of the United States?… It is an advertisement… an advertisement for liberty…”
Damn straight Mr. James. The man so nice they named him twice.
On a serious note, we should not let this document, this great nation, our liberty, and our rights go down the tubes because some silly, little man is scared. Or is scaring us. Instilling fear. Frightening our neighbors. Pitting brother against brother. It has been 219 years since its authoring. Our nation has gone through lots in that time. One measly, petty man should not undo what history has done. Fuck Bush.
The torrent of posts to my blog have been courtesy of the evaluation copy of MarsEdit.
The second DVD that I had enqueued in my Netflix queue was Vertigo. I had previously seen it in fragments. The beginning here. The middle part I can’t recall when or when. The ending, the classic ending, there. My concept of it as a whole was somewhat disjointed. While many people see it as Hitchcock’s masterpiece, by only seeing it piecemeal, I was unable to make that call.
Tonight that was rectified.
It is his best. I have to rave about it. Previously, I had Rear Window as my favorite. Grace Kelly being the most prominent of reasons why it was my favorite.
Where Vertigo lacks the hottie blonde (I’m sorry Kim Novak). It more than makes up for it by the absolute performance of Jimmy Stewart as a man obsessed. When he to her to get some clothes, I knew that this character was unhinged. The man can want a woman with such obsessiveness that it was ridiculous. Then he changed her hair. And at that point it had me.
Damn. Grace Kelly is coming in second place.
And next on my Netflix queue is North by Northwest. Please, Eva Marie Saint, don’t knock out Grace Kelly.
