Ever since I moved here, whenever I go downtown people look at me like they think I’m familiar somehow. I’m pretty sure I don’t encounter so many people at work who recognize me from there. I’ve wondered out loud to Lore if I look like someone well-known from around there.
It’s starting to bug me. If I look like some other guy, are people wondering, “Who’s that woman he’s with? It’s not his wife.” What if his wife is hearing rumors that he’s regularly seen downtown with another woman? What if people make comments to him about it when they see him?
Or what if I’ve unwittingly starred in some embarrassing viral video?
Maybe my imagination is just running away with me. I probably just have a booger on my nose. Every time I go downtown. Hmm.
We wish we had thought to do this earlier: cross-country skiing. One of the local sporting goods stores rents the equipment, and the university has a field just for it. The temperatures have been above freezing the last few days, and reached about 45 degrees Fahrenheit today, but there is still plenty of snow left from the “Blizzard of 2011” (even if it was kind of wet and slippery).
Perhaps I should lower my expectations for cream cheese box literature. Inside ours is printed a recipe for cheese dip. The recipe titled and subtitled Mo’ Betta Cheddah Dip: Schmear onto a sandwich, or dunk veggies!
This is an eye-watering mix of slang and at least three different ethnic or regional dialects. Also, one does not “dunk” anything into dip, one simply “dips”. Otherwise it would be called cheese dunk.
When “The Social Network” was released last summer I had absolutely no interest in seeing it. I think I don’t like watching movies about things that happened yesterday. But people kept saying what a good movie “The Social Network” is, then it was nominated for Best Motion Picture, and then Netflix insidiously mailed it to us.
It is a good movie, but I’m not sure why. Parts of it are photographed with a sickly yellow hue. The musical score is the ominous kind that should be reserved for slasher movies or when something more terrible than a nerd getting rich is about to happen. It’s as if some pill-popping art director (or whoever is responsible for the music in movies) kept screaming at his team of composers, “More foreboding!”
“The Social Network” simply exploits a passing topic of interest. In five years, when people are in the mood for a really excellent film about a trailblazing entrepreneur in a new economic frontier who pisses all over people on his way to the top, they will watch “There Will Be Blood” again.
It might be fun to write reviews of movie reviews.
I caught part of “Ebert Presents at the Movies” on PBS tonight. I haven’t seen this show since maybe the 1980s. It has the same look and feel as the old, old show though, just without Gene Siskel and Roger Ebert. The reviewers are a couple of people I’ve never heard of. They’re like really harsh movie geeks. When they were done eviscerating “The Other Woman” they had a disagreement about what mumblecore really is. Actually, Rogert Ebert still offers reviews on the show, but he writes them and somebody else narrates them over clips of the movie.
As for his review of “Sanctum”: excessive use of the term “one-dimensional” (he used it once). Thumbs down! Don’t be so one-dimensional Roger.
I really wanted to see this movie, but now that I have I think “Repo Men” is like vegan cheesecake. It’s missing whatever it is that makes cheesecake delicious. It has a couple of excellent actors in it, Jude Law and Forest Whitaker, and since they’ve been in some excellent movies perhaps the filmmakers should have asked them how to make one.
This could have been a good, smart movie on its own but it borrows a little too heavily from other, better movies (most obviously “Blade Runner”), and injects a little too much Hollywood formula into the plot. Halfway through the movie Jude Law’s character acquires a beautiful Brazilian girlfriend, for no other apparent reason than that’s what’s supposed to happen in movies like this.
It also suffers from terrible dialogue writing. “How did you find me?” Jude Law asks Forest Whitaker. “The same way you would have found me,” Whitaker replies, conveniently excusing the writers from having to explain anything.
And lest you forget, Law’s character explains in narration about two-thirds of the way through the movie: “This is a cautionary tale.” Thanks for clearing that up.
It has a good soundtrack, so that’s a plus. Otherwise don’t bother.