Spam subject line of the week
SUBJ: adam, I’m so lonely, I’ll do anything that you say
Month: March 2003 (Page 5 of 8)
I’m not satisfied. But for a media-immersed pop culture geek like me, there are certain things you know you’re going to watch, no matter how flawed they may be. The extreme example of this? The Star Wars sequel/prequels.
Watched David Cronenberg’s “Scanners” for the first time last night with John and Matt. Quite entertaining for its Mystery Science Theater 3000 potential (“I want a non-gay explanation for this, and I want it now!”), but otherwise it doesn’t hold up well. Leaden acting, slow-as-molasses pacing, and too much eye makeup on Jennifer O’Neill all conspire to make for a substandard horror experience. I think even if I had seen it at 15 when it first came out, I would have been disappointed, for one thing, that only one head actually explodes in the entire movie. Still, it’s hard to underestimate the entertainment value of casting Patrick McGoohan from “The Prisoner” as a Freud-like psychologist named “Dr. Ruth.”
“To announce that there must be no criticism of the president or that we are to stand by the president, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American Public.”
-Theodore Roosevelt
Best Onion headline this week
“Ari Fleischer replaced by Toby Keith“
Great idea, although I bet they could get Darryl Worley cheaper.
One of the many things that troubles me about the next few months is the real possibility of some Fight Club/Twelve Monkeys-style domestic terrorism. I can easily see some crazy-ass war protestor blowing up some military or governmental installation in the name of world peace. What fresh hell that would unleash is almost beyond my comprehension.
I have no solutions, no witty banter to plaster over this. I’m just scared.
Word of the day: titular
This afternoon I attended a movie, in the cineplex’s largest theater, where I was the only one present. (Granted, it was “The Life of David Gale,” but still.) Been a long time since that’s happened. It was fun. It felt like I had the world’s largest, fanciest home theater. Of course if I was at home, I wouldn’t have had to sit through 10 minutes of commercials.
“David Gale” is remarkable only for its utter inability to function as thriller, mystery, cautionary tale, character study, or anything else it was attempting to be. I love Laura Linney, and even she was grating to watch; Kevin Spacey was his usual smug self. Rent “Dead Man Walking” instead. I beg you.
The idiocy continues.
Memo to Congress: get back to work.
In the predictable ensuing rush to rename the Statue of Liberty, here’s my idea:
Statue of Damn You Cheese-Eating Surrender Monkeys
(riffing on Sparky)