So today Alec and I went to see the Clone Wars movie. It was a nicely done movie, and enjoyable. Obviously, it was your basic Star Wars action flick, and if you’re a Star Wars fan you’d enjoy it.
There’s not much of a story here, and the main draw is the impressive CGI. The actress who voiced Padme Amidala is most impressive, she sounds like Natalie Portman did in the live-action flicks. Of course, the only three actors to actually voice their characters from the live action flicks are Samuel L. “Motherfucking Snakes” Jackson, Anthony Daniels, and Christopher Lee.
There’s not much of a story here. It’s basically Anakin being assigned a Padawan learner who is little older than a “youngling” (oh, how I loathe that term…) during the Clone Wars. Of course, seeing as we all know how things are going to turn out, there’s not much here to really invest your interest in. The story is nothing spectacular, and it really ought to be given the fact that it has the misfortune of being a glorified prequel film.
Otherwise, it’s a decent way to kill an hour and a half, but I would pay to see the early showing, since it’s not a movie that’s worth 12 bucks to see. (Yes, that’s what it costs in Canada: $12.50 CDN.)
Monday was basically finalizing everything I needed for my trip, and getting some last minute things out of the way. It was also an excuse to go out and get some new clothes and finishing things that I had been procrastinating on for a few days now. Otherwise, I’m packed and ready to get the hell out of Florida.
I leave 8:30 A.M. ET on Wednesday, and will land at 5:30 P.M. PT in Vancouver.
I also went to see Hellboy 2. It was an OK flick, and I almost fell asleep at the end of it (although I was running on three hours of sleep, so that likely had something to do with it). Otherwise, it was a well-executed time waster. Fun, predictable, and nice to look at. Plot is very linear and the bad guys looked like the freaking Wraith from Stargate Atlantis… I kid you not. I was expecting John Sheppard to come out and start mowing the war-mongering prince down with a FN P-90.
Not something I’d add to my DVD collection, but good enough to put on in the background when it hits HBO, Skinamax, or Showtime.
Haven’t blogged in a while, so I thought I’d post this here. It’s the faux trailer for the movie “Thanksgiving”, that was part of the wonderful movie, “Grindhouse”. Very funny stuff!
I couldn’t take sitting home trying to enjoy the final 24 hours of my vacation before the coming hail-of-shit storm. I tried cleaning my room but I had knots in my Godsdamned stomach…
So I went to see Hollywoodland, which is a story dealing with the death of Superman actor George Reeves — not to be confused with Christopher Reeve, who portrayed Superman in the movies. (I wanted to see All the King’s Men, but that doesn’t come out until the 22nd, so I settled for this.) All in all, it wasn’t a bad movie. The movie was stylishly done and the cast was pretty strong. The plot was predictable, but solid. The one thing I wasn’t overly fond of was Ben Affleck, though he did a decent job as playing the sick-as-hell-of-being-stereotyped Reeves, and he did get Reeves’ mannerisms down fairly pat. (I remember watching the Adventures of Superman back in my own youth when they were being re-run on Nick-at-Nite, so the movie did bring out some nauseating nostalgia in me.) The only good thing in the movie was, well, Adrien Brody. Other than that, the movie could have easily been an HBO special, since there was nothing there that made the movie a theater-only experience.
After the movie, I walked into my Best Buy to make sure the place hadn’t burned down. (Oh, I would pray for that, but prayers are nothing but an exercise in vocal and pseudo-spiritual masturbation.) Much to my astonishment, everything was running fairly smoothly and there were only a few minor issues I was brought up to speed on. Armageddon didn’t come… yet. While there, I picked up the special box set of The Office and the new tin of the original and unraped Star Wars. Finally, versions of the original trilogy that the revisionist hack-fuck-frakwit George Lucas didn’t pervert with his CGI revisionist jihad. Georgy boy needed to realize that art is only abandoned and never finished. And there was nothing wrong with the original trilogy anyway, except for the Ewoks. (And, no, calling them muppets is an insult to muppets everywhere.)
