It's so damn unexpected for a young gal like her to suddenly kick the bucket. Gah... and I thought King of the Hill ending was the worst possible thing that could happen this year (and the MJ thing). Sounds immature in my part, but I was devastated when the show ended, and now knowing one of the show's major voice stars had to go adds more to that loss. Besides, she always seemed to be like a sweet person. I dunno, maybe it was the voice, her childish attributes... or just overall innocent allure. Guess it's not all rays of gold and sunshine. :(

Movie blog still coming eventually... so in the meantime, here are some classic MadTV sketches I found. Watch and remember a time when MadTV was actually funny. Two of 'em are holiday related, the other is tossed in just 'cause it's so fuckin' badass AND funny. Well, at least to me. The age of the sketches may show, but as time proves, some things become funnier and more appreciated.

MARTIN SCORSESE'S RAGING RUDOLPH



THE GREATEST ACTION STORY EVER TOLD



GUMP FICTION

Thou is pretty swamped with papers and tedious studying. But it's time to take a break and dive into the surreal world of the Mutton Man. However, the subconscious was fragmented and abstract, so wordy descriptions won't be able to handle it. If only it was more literal, then it'd be easier. I'm just typing this to take a break...
-----------------------------------
Cast:
Hitman - Gabriel Byrne
The "Traitor" - David Krumholtz

...yeah, so imagine these two guys in those roles. If you don't know the second guy (I assume y'all know the first), he played Goldstein in the Harold and Kumar movies. And also the elf Bernard from the first two Santa Clause movies, and a slew of other roles. Anywho...

Just imagine taking a right turn in Albuquerque somewhere by Nine Mile Hill in the hot summer in a post-Apocalyptic climate. Before taking this right turn, up ahead lay a church with demolished walls; podium and seats remain intact, as well as its fellow faith dwellers and a pastor doing what he does best. No mundane speeches about how "this is the end. Repent sinners!" or how God was finally fed up with the likes of His creations. An everyday normal routine, no matter what set off this gritty atmosphere.

This right turn suddenly devolves into a foot race, and the road turns into a walking path; like a montage that displaces and shortens time, but it happened in real-life. Atop the hill sat a man in front of a fire, sporting a black suit and tie, looking like a hitman who's hit rock bottom. Then again, how else would anyone appear in this wasteland. In the fire, he was roasting a dead dog, which he was willing to share with myself and a companion. Limited in supplies and cookware, the dog's corpse just simmered and sizzled nearby the fire. Another ravaged dog lurked nearby, smelling the cooked meat, hoping to get a taste of that. 'Twas a stray, a lone dog, trying to survive like the rest of us. It crept closer to the burning meat, finally sinking its teeth in the corpse's jaw. The hitman stared, seemingly unphased, but slowly stood and grumbled, "Abonination...," pulled out his piece and shot the dog.

Fade to black and one jumpcut later, we were all having a feast; just the first dog that was originally being cooked, the other wasn't worthy of being cooked and eaten. The meat was juicy on the inside, tasting like a mixture of pork and beef while the charred outside tasted like liver and was just as dry as it sounds. Nearby the fire, the second dog lay... the hitman grabbed it and walked towards a chasm nearby the hill, where these "otherlings" dwelled. They looked like mutated naked mole rats, blind but never oblivious to their surroundings and never lost, and about as big as the average human being. The hitman tossed the dog towards the beasts, two of which claimed the corpse and retreated back to their hole.

Outsiders most likely weren't accepted as a pair of guards armed with spears kept "watch" in front of their hole. Somehow, an image sprung up of how it looks inside that hole; just as you'd expect, it's abundant with these creatures although the interior mimicks that of a suburban house. Perhaps this underground dwelling is just a house that was covered in wake of the apocalypse. How big it is can only be our guess. And how many of these unholy creatures roamed is up for speculation.

Back to the outside world, the hitman was looking over his dossier. Handwritten notes, newspaper clippings, maps, and pictures of a particular fellow who was his target. Reasons are unclear, but stamped on one of the pictures read "traitor"...
-----------------------------------
I guess no matter how bad the setting is, people (if strong enough, mentally) can still retain their identities. How the mole creatures fit into this my dream didn't explain and was cut short. I know the "Traitor" had a bigger role and reason for his mark. But that was my dream. Kinda lame. Wish I was able to type it out earlier, it might've made more sense. And it was in a string of senseless dreams; the one prior to this one involved a weird ass Mario game.

Movie blog still coming eventually. Added to the list are Brothers, Fantastic Mr. Fox, The Blind Side, An Education, Old Dogs... I think that's it.

I need something to deter thyself from pop sensations. It's infectious and has already compromised the entire population. Mass hysteria swept the fragile nation about this pandemic. I was even told in advance about the news. But now, this imminent danger loomed over the horizon. Hitting our front door, this was real and I soon panicked. Stricken with elevated heart-beating and rising temperatures; potential signs of having been contaminated. I rushed out the door to the nearest retail center. Earlier, they flooded the gates and cleaned out the limited supplies of vaccine. The bad news was told through smiling teeth, and a wave of disappointment crept the lines. All hope was lost, cries echoed throughout the hallways. The sick and weary would remain so until the next undetermined shipment date. Alas, they retreated to whence they came.

Amidst the rubble and chaos, I found one last vaccine by chance and was immediately administered the injection. I could see the fire in the eyes of the crowd. But they remained powerless and grief-stricken. They idly stood by, and I made my exit unscathed.

(fin)
------------------------------------------------
Poor saps. But like they say: you snooze, you lose. The Fame Monster is mine. ALL MINE.

...all this for a fucking Lady Gaga album.

(-__-)

P.S. New movie blog coming eventually... thoughts on New Moon, Planet 51, The Fourth Kind, and The Hurt Locker. I'm working on it as we type.

I have the will of a writer, but I keep holding myself back. Why can't I progress further? This sounds cliche and tried especially when compared to previous bloggy examples where I pour everything out on the table but this time I seem malcontent. Oh sure, this sort of "writer's block" comes and goes, but it's all a myth. A MYTH! Maybe it's the smoking of cigarettes that hindered this... awesome talent! Or always looking for pictures to paint my words louder since actions seem to speak louder than words as people say. I dunno. Is it this insipid ADD-induced generation that somehow leeched its scrutiny onto my... awesome talent?!


"Can. You. See??"

It's there, and I just haven't made the effort to continue. Why? Everybody runs.

Wish I could smoke in my dorm. But that's a no-no. I hate how cigarettes are singled out for all the problems of the world. But it's easy to place blame on an outside source rather than laying the blame on thyself. Makes everyone feel better, as if they have no flaws when humanity is flawed itself. The system is perfect; If there is an error, it must be human. But no one follows through with that logic. "Nah, it's gotta be this person or that product that's fucking me over! Yeah!" But it's hard to cope with certain things... and things like to dive way back into the past. But "dig up the past, all ya get is dirty." I'd go into a whole diatribe, but that'll be too much for this blog so I hope this vague statement is sufficient enough. If not, I apologize in advance. Anyways, just rambling here, like I always do because there's nothing better to do, but I should be working on some assignments. Nah, that can wait... right now, just sitting here, listening to roomie's girl search youtube videos for band performances. A lotta John Williams medlys blaring through the laptop's speakers.

How's that for an intro to an otherwise obligatory blog about movies?

Watched A Christmas Carol, the latest Bob Zemeckis animated-rendering of a Dickens classic. As if no one has heard this story, even if thou has heard of it indirectly. But this time, it's an eye-popping, eye candy visual experience... in the THIRD DIMENSION! No wait -- the REAL DIMENSION, as the Buddy Holly goggles have inscribed on them. Starring snooty characters with the celebrity voices as they go about life, eventually having a meet with density, err.... destiny. At least ol' Scrooge does. He relives past, present, and future (err, he couldn't possibly relive the future, can he?), accompanied by weird and creepy ghosts, and reaches an enlightenment. I like how spirits from beyond tend to threaten living, breathing creatures, for better or worse. Is that the real moral? Do this or some ghost will fuck things up for you? Having heart-to-heart talks or seeing a professional is a thing of the past... err, present... future? Oh no, I've gone cross-eyed.


"No! Get away!"

Maybe I'm looking too deep into this otherwise fine retelling of a classic in which I've never read but have seen re-enacted on the big screen adventures. It's touching and moving, they speak in thee olde tyme English talk, and the actors get lost in their roles (that's a compliment, by the way). Sometimes, Jim Carrey's mild-mannered mannerisms slip but for the most part, he's Scrooge. The ghosts are cool, especially the deathly looking one known as Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come (or something like that). But this part kinda drags when it chases Scrooge; possibly to show off more of the REAL DIMENSIONAL effects before abruptly wrapping up this tale we all know too well. Kids might get bored, so be wary if contemplating taking the wee ones along for a ride. At least this fable doesn't falter to movie cliches, like poop and cultural jokes. Nah, it's good ol' fashioned story-telling. If there was some life to it, the film might've been a tad better because it does seem like everyone is just reading from the book itself. Still, was worthy of my time, and it moved me like how Ghosts of Girlfriends Past managed to do... shit, I'm a pussy, but fuck it. I naturally like movies.

Another tale I've wandered into was a story about how men stare down goats... and kill them! Right from the moment I saw a trailer or TV spot and heard the title The Men Who Stares At Goats, I was sold. Clever marketing, perhaps? This film has been in the top five spot at the box office. Perhaps audiences and joes like me were immediately curious about the title. And what star power it's got going: George Clooney, Ewan McGregor, Kevin Spacey, Jeff Bridges... and Goat! If you look at the poster, yep... a goat has top billing.


(See? I told ya)

But enough about jokes from outside the movie, this film is hilarious. The concept is crazy enough to be believed that it must be seen to be believed! Okay, so it's not just about Jedi Soldiers (hehe) staring down goats, but that is part of their requirement to become a weapon, or useful tool in locating people or other thingies. The film may be based on true events, as noted by the opening text ("More of this is true than you would believe"), I could believe it. Hell, look at Hitler and his quack "scientists" and their "research." Perhaps it's hard to believe that the good ol' U.S.A. would consider such tactics. But truth is stranger than fiction... and it'd be hard to concoct a movie like this without at least some kind of evidence (if any). But aside from flabbergasting about the improbabilities that's played mostly for laughter, somehow I found the movie to be somewhat of an enlightening kinda flick. Sure, that's hippie talk and whatnot, but strangely enough, it's got the heart of a Coen brothers flick. Y'know, how it's all wacky but still manages to at least look at a bigger picture and seriously consider their/its predicaments. Whether you'll believe it or not, the film is still pretty damn funny. I complain about how Hollywood is running out of ideas, but it's a breath of fresh air when something original comes along. I think it's time for movies to take notes from the strangeness that is truth. Granted, this film is just plain wacky from start to finish (like most comedies with George Clooney), it still manages to give some food for thought... most of which we can still laugh at. Paranormal activity in the Army! May the force be with them. ^_^

After witness paranormal stuff and grim futures, I just had to watch the latest 2012, by the master of disaster Roland Emmerich. Already people hate it, and people hate Ebert more for praising it, yet it's at the top of the box office at least until New Moon arrives (I got my midnight pass... fuck you if you snicker). At two and a half hours long, you could sense this'll be painful (so take a nap beforehand, empty your bladder and bring some snacks cuz this sucker is epic). Hell, look at how long Transformers 2: ROFLCOPTER was... yet, people still ate it up, like they've done here. Emmerich's last two films weren't much to praise, yet 10,000 B.C. was laughably bad that I couldn't completely hate it. At least this time Emmerich got his dates right, so that way anachronisms won't be much of an issue. Yet, the skeptics and logics have to ruin all the fun with their latest, up-to-date facts. But I heard more people are going to church to prepare for the arrival of December 12, 2012 in spite of the cold hard evidence. Screw logic, science and all their sorcery, I'm going to church! REPENT!


"I'm telling you: the earth revolves around the sun!"
"BURN HIM!!"

Surprisingly enough, Emmerich has outdone himself. Not sure if his previous films can be used as a means of measure 'cause that's like, still pretty low. But compared to 10,000 B.C., 2012 is eon times better. What about Transformers 2, this year's other nonsense junk? How does this cinematic junk compare to that other... cinematic junk? Well, for starters, let's look at the actors.
------------------------
Transformers: Even Stevens, Jennifer's Body, John Tutorro, and voice actors manchildren know by heart.

2012: John Cusack, Oliver Platt, Amanda Peet, Danny Glover, and an appearance by Woody Harrelson.

Edge goes to 2012... sorry, Megan.
-------------------------
Special effects wise:

Transformers: herky jerky effects, can't tell who's who

2012: grand epic effects that tosses logic out the window but still nice to look at.

Winner: 2012
-------------------------
Story wise:

Transformers: apparently, God is a robot. Blasphemy!

2012: apparently, the sun heats up the earth. No involvement from God. (Blasphemy! We know God will have a hand in it! Save yourselves! Do you see what God will do to us?!)
-------------------------
I guess that's about all the means to measure the films. At least 2012 doesn't have robot heaven.


(Remember: Optimus Prime died for your sins)

In case you can't tell already... yes, I liked 2012. It's everything you'd expect. Shit blows up and the earth crumbles and floods. It's full of plot holes and illogical stuff, but that's the fun of going to these kinds of films. Just turn off your brain and forget that 2012 is a mere 3 years away... oh, and life itself, too. Pure escapism. It's fun watching the earth go to hell and seeing that earthquakes have minds of their own (like the killer coming around the corner).


(See how these cracks have minds of their own? How convenient)

John Cusack basically plays himself and is surprisingly upstaged by Oliver Platt, the only other character with a voice of reason. He's harsh in his judgments, but he makes more sense than these tree-dwellers he's suddenly surrounded with. Other characters serve as a means to move the plot forward (the one not involving an apocalypse is Cusack redeeming his family's trust before it's too late). And being that they're the stars, the 6 billion inhabitants just meet their maker and we are oblivious to their presence. Few times we're introduced to other side characters, most of whom accept their fate... or Emmerich decides for them. At least he's not attempting to save everyone, he's willing to chop his cast down even in the most cruel ways. Kinda like, "Oh, he/she is gonna live," then suddenly SPLAT! They're gone. He likes to eradicate any hope for the supporting cast.

'Course, Emmerich goes for the famous landmarks, but leaves out NYC for once. I guess the west coast and places full of religious imagery evoked more "messages" to convey than a city everyone is already getting sick of seeing depicted on-screen (how many of you are psyched for New York, I Love You? I was, 'til I realized it's a shallow depiction).

Hey, the film could be worse... it coulda been another disappointment like how Knowing was. Somehow Emmerich became a tad more subtle, even though he went all out special effects wise, but they're the reason to see this movie in the first place. Hell, 2012 is the mother of disaster movies at this point. Just lacks a monster.

But y'know what I kinda thought about? Even though this is mixing genres, I can't help but wonder if vampires, werewolves, zombies, even a Godzilla-type monster would ever encounter such a cataclysmic event in their respective universes. Think of all the ghosts with unfinished businesses.

Imagine deciding how to meet your maker... monster or earth crumbling?


"It's ALIVE!"

*ground rumbles*

"Wait a minute..."


(Suddenly, the monster is the last thing you should worry about... poor Clovie. Never got a chance to wreak havoc in one little city)

Speaking of solar flares, it must suck to be a vampire that day. But they might welcome it since they'll be the first to go. In an instant, it'd be: poof! Unless they're a part of the Cullen gang... that'll suck.

Final verdict: see it. Leave your brain at the door and enjoy the destruction. And this won't mean much, but 2012 is undoubtedly Roland Emmerich's best film. Sadly, he's stated this will be his last disaster film. Well, best to go out in an epicly long blaze of inglory, I guess. And he does toss almost everything in. Oh, and this shits all over Tranformers: Revenge of the Fallen. Fuck that movie. Burn your copy of Transformers 2, then go see 2012. It's got John Cusack. He may not be much of an actor, but he can still make a movie bearable. I might've written him off early on, but he's still got screen charisma that makes him a natural badass.

Man, I'm beginning to wane as I type. I wonder how these professional bloggers keep things afoot and energetic. Isn't it weird how our mood can transpire to our professional life? Gotta find a balance. I must. Plus, the clock is ticking as I have prior obligations to commit to. Heh, wish I could instill this same level of commitment to my assignments. That's just the way things are, I guess. It's so easy to give attention to our technology. Perhaps that's the real demise of our brave new world. It's supposed to better and enrich our lives when in fact we bring our problems to our online community... and cell phone world, too. It's like life is trying to win back our attention. But I'm thinking outta my ass... this paragraph makes no sense. Strike it from your memory! Oh wait, you can't unread it... hehe, thought I'd never use that in a sentence again. Ahh, the little things in life... ^_^

I'm merely setting up for the final movie write-up. This one I'd like to call... The Boat That Rocked. Err wait, that was its old title. Now it's called Pirate Radio! (Which title do you like best? I like the new one).

Think of Pirate Radio like the '60s Almost Famous, but just replace the journalist with the British Government (now truly living up to the name The Enemy), and the rock stars with the disc jockeys. Oh, and both have Phillip Seymour Hoffman. What're the odds?



Well, even though it takes place in 1966, some songs/albums featured didn't arrive til later. I'm guessing the filmmakers couldn't find much in 1966 and years prior. At times, it plays like it's enjoying the summer of love (1967), and other times, it seems to engulf the '70s mood (a la, Almost Famous). This film has more anachronisms than Roland Emmerich's 2012! And even though it mentions the Beatles in the opening scenes, there's not ONE Beatles track! C'mon, Jacko bit the dust and sold off the Beatles library, there's no excuse!

But in spite of the Fab Four's absence, this film still manages to conjure up perhaps the most kickass soundtrack you'll hear all year. Nuttin' but good ole '60s garage rock and pop, which not only get the listening characters all wet 'n wild, but even ol' Mutton Man. Seriously, this soundtrack is a treasure trove of oldies, and I wanna download every single one of 'em. Sure, there's some Stones and other big names, but even those are awesome and fitting for this film! Like Almost Famous, I wished I lived in that time period.

Back to the film: even though I watched solely to see Philip Seymour Hoffman channel his Lester Bangs role again (and perhaps see an intriguing story), all the other British actors get their fairshare, too (Bill Nighy, Nick Frost, the dude from Little Nicky, etc.). Not one overshadows another even with their Star Power. They're just natural and create a comfortable presence with one another, like one whole dysfunctional family but having a good time. And they live like rock stars solely because, according to the film's opening text, pop and rock 'n roll weren't allowed on British airwaves. But their large amount of listeners (in the millions) kept 'em alive at least until the snooty Brits decided to put an end to pirate radio once and for all.

That's the plot anyway. The rest of the film just follows our lovable DJs around on a boat which doubles as a hideout and love nest for occasional female visits (they abide by the no women on-board policy, by the by). Hilarity ensues, even when they utter something just totally out of the ordinary, it's funnier than most jokes in lowbrow comedies. The plot is thin and pretty much tossed to the side (but still provides additional laughs), but mostly, it's a film much about nothing except reeling in the nostalgia of the '60s. The soundtrack is a given, but also gotta note the lifestyle, culture, fashion... they capture the time period very well, or so I'm led to believe. It's a time capsule that you wish you could stay, but alas, it's just noted in history books, reinterpretations, and memories of those who were there. Lots of peeps hold music very dear to their hearts, as these DJs did, and wanted to share it with a country that forbade it.

It's a film about nothing... but rock 'n roll! Perhaps the best film of the bunch I've seen lately. Did I mention it's hilarious, 'cause it really is. ^_^

And that's my blog for the day. Until then, look out for my thoughts on Blue Moon, err... New Moon. I could use a Blue Moon now... hehe.

- Bill

P.S. I think I'm-a do away with the whole star-rating... starting now.

It's catching up to me again; I'm lagging behind on the semi-latest releases that I can't remember what my initial thoughts were on these movies. And that sentence kinda sounds funny...



rating: **** outta ****

A celebration of childhood, but heavily divides critics and audiences... maybe it's 'cause many expected a simple, albeit expanded, storytelling of the literary classic. Instead, director Spike Jonze decides to go further into the vivid imagination of Max, and his emotional turmoil. I loved the film because it taps into the innocence, excitement and seldom isolation of being a child where many other films would often just play it safe and let their child actors speak like adults. Could be a tad heavy-handed with the portrayals of the wild things, in particular Carol and KW, both who are emotionally more complex even knowing that they're just figments of Max's imagination... but what an imagination the kid has. Although labeled as a children's film for adults, the filmmakers and parents should at least trust their kids to come up with their own interpretations. Too scary for the wee ones? C'mon... we 80s and 90s kids endured darker stuff like The Secret of NIMH, The Land Before Time, even Bambi and we've got the trauma to prove it! If there is a flaw, it's a minor one, and it's that the film kinda does drag in the middle, but it picks up pretty quickly that we forget it was even there. The creatures are awesome, as are their respective voice actors, in particular James Gandolfini as Carol. Emotionally complex, sure, but Where the Wild Things Are reaches out on so many levels that you just become involved in this grand display of... well, just being a kid. Haven't seen this level of depth in a children's flick since Lilo & Stitch.



rating: **½ outta ****

Tame and plays by the books, but this sure makes up for the depressing turmoil of The Break-Up, which I still admired but wished it wasn't advertised the way it was. Now here, we get exactly what to expect. It's both good and bad, but I still managed to laugh. Vince Vaughn does what he does best: talk really fast. Teamed with Jon Favreau once again, but this time adding a slew of others including scene stealers Jason Bateman and Kristen Bell... so expect what the trailers outlined: dysfunctional couples, although the premise is a tad clever, which really involved Bateman and Bell kinda serving as the plot devices. Both play a married couple on the verge of divorce, and think this couples retreat will be their last chance at salvation. But low on funds, they enlist the help of fellow couplings Vaughn and Malin Akerman, Favreau and Kristen Davis, and Faizon Love and Kali Hawk. These three claim to have no problems until their arrival in which everything is finally revealed. Hilarity ensues, especially when Jean Reno unexpectedly enters. So yeah... good flick. Plays it safe, but still worth checking out. Heh, I've gotten soft, haven't I? :p



rating: **½ outta ****

Our law abiding citizen is like the Joker meets the Jigsaw dude, only without hiding behind a mask. Instead, he's Gerard Butler taunting the justice system and its tools, in particular Jamie Foxx. The film starts off harsh and rarely lets up when it comes to the killings, but also interjects a few moments to ponder about the legal system repeated ad nauseum. The suspense comes when everyone scrambles to prevent Butler's next kill, and the fun is wondering how the hell he accomplishes it while behind bars. Sure he's killing, but not without explaining himself. As Foxx gradually becomes morally conflicted, so might the audience. The killings are gruesome; Saw-level of brutality (and demented entertainment). The ending is a tad disappointing... I guess when everything is out in the open, that's when the fun ended for me. So, it's an okay flick worth checking out at least once.



rating: **** outta ****

For a dramedy, A Serious Man is dark and seemingly nihilistic that I walked outta the auditorium depressed. Yet as I pondered more on the flick, I suddenly felt... enlightened. Usually films with this level of pessimism just festers themselves with that. A Serious Man towers over and laughs at the poor sap Larry Gopnik (Michael Stuhlbarg) while simultaneously providing insight on life itself. To the Coens, life seems to be a joke, and man's inept skills to grasp, explain, and understand makes it more hilarious to them. The joke's on you, the viewer, if your suddenly put off by the film's opening and ending. Heck, I didn't catch that until I read more reviews on the flick. But what to make of A Serious Man? Is it any good, worth checking out, etc.? For a roughly 100-minute flick, hardly anything goes on except Larry's constant struggles in his life; work, divorce, kids, etc. He seems to be the only person constantly seeking understanding whereas hardly anyone around him ever provide any insight; instead, they just go on living as if nothing bad would ever happen. It's like Larry can't find anything that assures him... not even the rabbis he visited were helpful. Noting his pretty crappy run-ins with life's unexpectedness and the mountains of questions that affect his life, I started seeing myself in this character; it was like a wake-up call. The film spelled out what should've been obvious: The more I know, the less I know. One viewing might've not been enough for me, however it did give more to think about than any normal flick that didn't fall under science fiction ever could. Might not be as exciting as No Country for Old Men or the Coens' other thoroughly enjoyable flicks, A Serious Man does pose some serious thoughts. I'll end with a little phrase written by another person which might be helpful should you watch this film: "expect to not fully understand the meaning, and in doing so you will completely get the meaning."



rating: *** outta ****

For your info: I saw this movie alone. Was it creepy? It could've had there been a smaller crowd turnout, but I still got a chill here and there whenever I forgot about the Nostalgia Critic's review of Alone in the Dark, a review that did kinda ruin the "boo!" moments this film heavily relied on. But regardless, Paranormal Activity was still a dern good ghost story. I dunno what else to add except: watch the movie and know that genuine horror films still exist.



rating: *** outta ****

What coulda been a shamless attempt at cashing in on MJ's death was something fitting. Jacko's final rehearsals of what was supposed to be leading up to his final tour isn't so much a documentary but just capturing the venue in its glamour both on and off stage, showing an artist at work. Jackson had everything down, performed his moves with ease, always showing he was in control (although his crew seemed like a bunch of yes men), and still had fun with it all. It may just be footage of different rehearsals, what's presented is so grand and such an awe that it may as well have been the actual show lucky fans would've attended. The movie audience were so enamored with the silver screen that they applauded and emoted several times, just like audiences at a live show would have. Thus is the stage power of Michael Jackson. He may have been near his end around the time this footage was captured, there's not a hint of him struggling nor exhausted. It is sad that the concert everyone worked hard on wouldn't make its proper debut. But This Is It provides what a good showman would bring to the table: entertainment.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Yep... hope this holds all y'all over until the next batch of sleuth arrives at our local theaters. Man, I can't believe already another year has almost reached its end. Not only that, almost a decade has already wrapped up... o_O

Why waste more senseless time typing up crap about movies that have long since come and gone? Well, fall break provided a much needed break, even though there are piles of homework and reading to do... plus, the break decides to arrive during the last two days of the regular school week, usually when most students have already finished with their regular weekly class schedules. So in a way, this so-called "fall break" is fuckin' useless! What break does it give when most students already have it in the first place?! It should be a fucking week long, like spring break! And why is there even a fall break?? It's so damn early in the year; what's there to take a break from?? Isn't the fall semester full of breaks to begin with? Maybe I'm exaggerating there...

...still, it doesn't make sense to have a fall break, especially when it occurs during the last two days of the week. Fuck fall break... fuck it up its stupid ass. EXTEND IT TO A WEEK LONG!! IT DOESN'T DESERVE TO BEAR THE NAME "FALL BREAK!"

My blood is boiling and I noticed I'm pounding on the keyboard now, so I should take it down a notch... by bitching and raving about the latest batch of movies our beloved cinemas have provided their potential audiences with. I'm aware a similar situation occurred last year when I fell so behind on my postings that they didn't really pop up until close to November. Don't want that to happen again. Man, I treat this like some big assignment or grade or something. Well, I'm sure y'all seen this batch already and have already made a judgment and told all yer friends and foes. But that won't stop me. Perhaps kinda dampen what little value my thoughts hold, but oh well. Some are olde, some are very olde, and some are kinda recent... well, they're all old releases, so lemme stop stalling and continue to continue.

MUTTON MAN WASTES TIME AT THE MOVIES




rating: **** outta ****

You'd think this would be an ideal date movie. A love story it is not, but a story about love it is, similar to Annie Hall, High Fidelity, or even Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Like these flicks, the film's outlook on love is told from the male's perspective, yet our male lead Tom (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) differs from the likes of Allen's Alvy Singer, Cusack's Rob Gordon and Carrey's Joel Barish. He's just a regular joe, not neurotic, not fearful nor hindered under pretentiousness... just uncertain when he does feel certain. And that's where the film exceeds expectations, because that's how love and relationships are; very conflicting even when in your grasp. Being presented kinda out of order, it jumps between timelines (as Tom reminisces). It doesn't attempt to paint it with simple shades of black and white, even though at times it still does and it kinda wraps up nicely at some parts. But when reading the film's opening text, you're in for a whole 'nother take on this mind-numbing feeling. Through ups and downs, it still focuses on the faltering relationship between Tom and Summer (Zooey Deschanel), but again, these two give polarizing thoughts on the concept of love itself... the film's "conclusion" is indecisive, but it's good that hardly anything was resolved. Joe and Zooey are awesome, there are plenty of funny scenes, feel-good moments, bummer times, and contemplative moments... plus, a kickass soundtrack to boot. If it's still playing anywhere, watch it immediately. Laugh, scoff, and feel bummed, 'cause you know it's all true. Did I mention it's hilarious?



rating: ***½ outta ****

More revenge fodder from the man himself, although it's a breath of fresh air to finally view a fully complete motion picture. It's been a long time coming, but for all us movie geeks, waiting for the next Tarantino flick is like waiting for Christmas to arrive. I'm sure you've all seen it, so why elaborate any further? It's awesome, it's epic, it's great to see that some filmmakers would still rather use regular film as opposed to the onslaught of digital, and it's gripping right from the moment Col. Hans Landa (Christoph Waltz) enters... total badass. Yeah, Inglourious Basterds plays out like a modern Spaghetti-Western or a B-movie version of last year's Valkyrie, however, I feel that it's still more of an homage rather than a stand-alone film. My only peeve was the constant references to movies. I know they're Nazis and Basterds, French and German, Jewish and English and Italian... all stranded in WWII, yet it seems everyone (excluding the Basterds) watched about as much movies as Quentin Tarantino. I guess I'm put-off since Tarantino's last two movies were also homages (possibly Jackie Brown as well, but it felt more complete and original). I mean, I know it's an homage, so stop rubbing it in our faces with the references! For a war movie, the real weapon here is movies themselves, even right down to the technical aspects. That bugs. Hence a half-star deduction. But, when the characters remember that there's a war going on outside, that's when the film is at its best. The dialogue remains amusing even when spoken in another language (the bulk of the film has subtitles). And the climax is one to remember... still sends chills even after a second viewing. Despite my peeve, Inglourious Basterds is still one of the best films of the year.



rating: *** outta ****

More B-movie fodder, this time taking notes from '80s slasher flicks. It's campy, it's corny, but it's still worthy. Despite the news of it being a huge flop, Megan Fox not being the main star, being a feminist flick, and plagued with a slew of bad marketing and indecisive audience members, Jennifer's Body certainly could live up to its B-movie status. I dig it because of its camp and stuff that doesn't make sense, from plot points which basically serve as MacGuffins... to Diablo Cody's wry attempts at quirky dialogue; a step-down from Juno, but still amusing nonetheless. So don't take this movie seriously... gotta ask those disgruntled audience members, Why so serious? Anywho, enjoy the camp, Megan Fox's precious screen time, and the potential in co-star Amanda Seyfried. I actually watched this twice and appreciated it a tad more, even for its faults.



rating: **½ outta ****

More cautionary tales on the prevalence of technology and all its supposed improvements for daily living. I could say this film is good, has plenty of action moments and a few things to ponder on, but the food-for-thought is simple and kinda underdeveloped. I kept wondering if these couch potatoes would soon lose the ability to walk, or get bedsores, or get some other side-effects from being immobile and underexposed to sunlight, food, real people, and exercise... but maybe those comfy recliners have something up their sleeves. Still, it was worth seeing, but I think it's best seeing if you absolutely have nothing else, or desire, to watch.



rating: **½ outta ****

It's unbelievable! But the results are kinda ho-hum... maybe it's 'cause we never know much about our lead character Mark Whitacre (Damon), even after this epic espionage journey he gets tangled up in, which is intriguing in its own right. Maybe the humor, complications and satire kinda don't mesh well at times, but some of it still does work by getting out a chuckle here and there, also by reminding us of real world complications like embezzlement and all that corporate greed people get involved in. But I guess that's the fun of the movie knowing that one joe manages to have this small white lie suddenly spiral out of control. The end is kind of a cop-out or a downer since all the while we're laughing and repeatedly second-guessing from the beginning, then alluva sudden it's like, "Oh," complete with this look:
(O_O)... awkward.
A slight disappointment from Soderbergh, who also released his otherwise brilliant short experimental drama The Girlfriend Experience earlier this year. Still, The Informant! was worth checking out despite some slow moments and noticing patrons slowly leaving during the show one by one...



rating: ***½ outta ****

What a year for horror flicks! Although there are hardly any scares in this one, it certainly takes the level of laughs and badassery up so many levels that you'd wanna watch it a second time. The characters are presented well with backstory, motives, and distictive/unique personalities that they immediately become likeable. The premise is simple: What to do when a zombie apocalypse is unleashed? Road trip!

Enjoy the ride and laugh your asses off. One of the year's biggest surprises, and certainly one of the best. Already watched it? Watch it again! I sure as hell want to...



rating: *** outta ****

It's cliche, safe, and formulaic, yet is still manages to be so darn charming. I guess it's 'cause all the characters are likeable and perhaps the oddest team ensemble to share the screentime: Drew Barrymore, Kristen Wiig, Eve, Zoe Bell, Juliette Lewis, and of course Ellen Page. Well, it's odd to me, but I guess it's 'cause this time they just act normal... y'know, real. And they're all tough and respectable in their own ways, even when portrayed as rivals. Outside of the roller derby gang, there's the overlooked Wilson brother Andrew, Jimmy Fallon, a surprising appearance by Daniel Stern, and Marcia Gay Harden.

The cast ensemble as a whole have just a comfy presence with one another. As a sports movie, it's a breath of fresh air to see something that doesn't involve football or basketball or a whole lotta star power; just feeling more down to earth, knowing how something so small makes the world for them. Yeah, it interjects the usual angles, friendship, family, romance, etc., but without being too forced. Excellent directorial debut from Drew Barrymore. Give Whip It a chance when possible. Might be one of the more overlooked flicks of the year.
------------------------------------------------------------
And there ye have it.

More adventures of the Mutton Man and trips to the movies coming soon...

............It's hard to make a new title using only words from provided movies I've viewed recently. Yeah yeah, these movie blogs will never go away unless I just stop going to the movies altogether. Perhaps then I'll be able to focus more on typing up past life experiences and finally que you all in on the mischevious days of Mutton the Man. Some of youse may have been waiting in anticipation after glancing at the last blog... well, maybe one of you at the very least. But honestly, even after viewing these five movies (actually six, but couldn't work the film's title in my blog's subject... err, title), I'm not sure what to say. Maybe I need to just type and type, see where this blog will take me. Who knows? Something potentially intriguing could leak, and it would no longer be just a rant or rave of opinions on movies.

Why bother doing this? Posting personal adventures and thoughts, that is. Because it certainly makes up for those vague, "Oh, I'm fine" responses people love to leave on their friend's page, followed by useless comments that are on-par with text messages. Yeah yeah, I type the same crappy responses too, sue me... but if thou art lucky enough to stumble upon these blogs, you'll be like, "This shit just got serious!" Besides, it's a lotta info to hand over to just one person. While informing someone of my journey's and knowing that there is another (or two) asking the same question, I'd have exhausted my comment posting duties and feel it's redundant. Maybe I'm just irate about repetition when I shouldn't be. Just 'cause I've informed one individual doesn't mean I should withhold informing another just because I feel lazy about repeating the same adventure. I'm weird like that. And that's not fair; one person knows something while the rest will be left in the blue. Maybe it's a selective identity? Kinda like, I'm acting differently towards other people. Nah, that's pushing it. I'm just lazy and waiting for the right time to indulge more journeys and other non-movie thoughts.

Besides, movie-going adventures and the rare profile updates seem to not properly inform anyone who was curious. It's not that I was busy with life 'n shit, I just felt they weren't interesting enough to even mention in the beginning.

There was a bonfire in front of my resident hall dorm place of living some nights ago (Thursday). "Umm, go Lobos, I guess," were my thoughts. Game was last night. I only attended because I got a free ticket. I'm not much for school spirit, but I think some other individuals would tell you otherwise judging from my actions back in high school. Well, I was in the school band, played trumpet which was more triumphant than the rest of the instruments (no offense), and somehow school spirit crept up on me, telling me that non-conformity was a load to hooey. I then chucked my unique individuality off to the side, and forced myself to actually cheer for our loser school team. My God, were they losers... you have no idea how much money I've lost betting on them. Who'd wanna bet on a high school football game in the first place? Someone who was bored once that school spirit subsided. I think my total losses were around 5 bucks... maybe 10. May not appear to be much, but back in the days of $1.34 gas prices, that was equivalent to 20 bucks. Speaking of band, the band from NMSU performed quite well. Grand sound that was well heard. UNM band, on the other hand, had a very thin sound. Maybe NMSU had a bigger band, or they were more spread apart as opposed to the close proximity of UNM's band members.

Did I place a bet on the Lobos? Feh! You think I'm stupid after enduring countless losses betted on the Scouts? Well... actually, yeah. I bet the Lobos would win, but they didn't. Losers, I tell ya... LOSERS! And how much it reminded me of the blandness bestowed upon the WR Scouts. But that's unfair and offensive. I guess like most compulsive gamblers, we bet just to make the game a tad more interesting. I wonder how many people in the stands made bets. I'm sure not very many. Everyone displayed some kind of faith in their home team, for better or worse. I think I may develop a gambling problem; it shall be my new habit after cigarettes kicked the bucket one year back. Or, it would've been, but a relapse came and went. I know, I know... some of you may be shocked and currently wondering if the Mutton Man will crawl back to cigarettes after smoking a few over last weekend and subsequent work days. (I'll cue you in on why that came to be when I feel it's appropriate.) But I'm-a quit... yet, how did my last smoke-less duration flourish for that long? Back then, I quit cold turkey but it was unintentional. I just went along with it to the point where I realized I haven't smoke in [this many] days. It would be problematic this time around; I think the problem is stating outloud to the world (of friends) that I'm-a quit; no one has faith or maintain a worrysome facade suggesting that I might fail this second time around. One year, one month, and three weeks was an amazing feat, and I am kinda bummed that I caved back into the habit just so recently. One friend maintains a level of faith that somehow seems reassuring... it's pressuring, sure, but I'd hate to see this wave of disappointment overrule her level of faith. It's always reassuring knowing people care.

Well, the campus here has become somewhat smoke-free but kids (and yes, I was one of 'em) were/are guilty of parading around school grounds with a cancerous stick dangling off the sides of their mouths or stubby fingers. This ban hasn't been properly observed and I feel it was a waste to think, "Oh wow, the campus is smoke-free, so I won't be caving in anytime soon." Sure, there are like two designated smoking areas (the whereabouts of the second is a mystery to me) but just back then, I wouldn't have even dared to grab a cigarette. No, I'm not laying blame on the campus' level of unprofessionalism... the blame lays in me. Maybe I should change that description on my profile where it asks smoke/drink (change from "no" to "yes"). There shan't be any shame in that, should there? But ever since declaring to the world that I was smoke-free for this long, I feel like I should wear a bag over my head. One class introduction involved saying my name, major, and something unique. Of all unique things about me, I opted to declare "I haven't had a smoke in over a year." Some students had this express that suggested some kind of approval. Heh, one person even clapped. But deep in the back of my head, I wondered if I had jinxed myself... it's like I could sense that I will eventually relapse. Like a voice saying, "Soon..." but I didn't pay attention.

There's always a reason for a relapse. Some of youse might get a slight indication of what that reason may be, so for now, I'll leave it up to your little minds. Hopefully I'll follow-up on this. But that don't mean it'll be in the next blog. Still got a slew of movies to complain about, and gotta post some thoughts on tonight's series premiere of The Simpsons (maybe those other shows as well), not to mention the adventures through Denver and other parts of Colorado, and other random events I might encounter, or already have encountered.

:p

Wow, another month of blog inactivity. That seems to be a recurring theme; my hand-written journal also suffers this fate. "Oh, so the Mutton Man keeps a diary now, huh?" Yeah, something I've decided to try ever since glancing at a composition notebook and reminescing an ill-fated thought that handwriting may be a thing of the past, next to reading and our names which may be replaced by numbers... come to think of it, the latter is true nowadays. So is that diary any more different than what I initially post on my blogs? Well, if you ever glance at the earliest of blogs (a few hundred pages of backtracking if thou art interested), my journal writing is about on par with those entries. In other words, not so different... 'cept now my current thoughts outside of movies and other pop favorites are jotted down in scribbles and indecipherable fonts tainted on those precious loose leaf pages. Plus, my pencil writing isn't as intricate as how I type on a 'puter; perhaps both worlds of journalism reflect a split personality. Kind of an intriguing thought, is it not? I think NOT! Just kidders. You can already guess the differences. But it don't mean that I'm prone to keeping both worlds exclusive to each other. You dear readers and subscribers deserve more than rants and raves on pop favorites.

Hmm, I didn't even type up a birfday blog. Well, I'm not sure how often I've kept up with informing thee about birthday experiences of the past, but boredom and fear of aging tends to shed light on the subject. And yes, I'm exaggerating there. Constant self-pity remarks about getting old seems to be stale and even offensive in some cases. However, I've been told that I'm quite mature for my age. How they determine this with noting the few utterances that escaped my vocal chords is a mystery ("They say a lot, don't they?" "Yep they certainly do.") Appearances can be deceiving; they should know better. Look at me: 24 years old, and I'm still watching cartoons and laying around the pig pen (aka: my room). Well, the ol' pig pen has moved to a dorm in Albumquerque and is shared by a roommate. That's some news, ain't it? To put it bluntly, I'm currently out and about in Albuquerque, where the sun is arid and the rain is humid but thank God it ain't like Phoenix. New experience? Well, no more excessive driving between states. And instructors are so reliant on computers more than I would have guessed; loose leaf paper is now a precious commodity, and costly. And my roommate is cool.

And for my birfday, I caved into popularity and followed the masses: my iPod touch is the de facto listening medium. A whopping 16 gigs (compared to previous mp3 player's 20 gigs and big bro and nephews' 120 gig iPods) and hours of study time wasted on importing CDs and syncing, resulting in equal hours of frustration due to some fuck ups and extreme slowness of iTunes... well! My mode of listening time has gotten better, hasn't it? Geez, Windows Media wasn't this freaking slow (note: olde mp3 used Windows Media). It's a wonder why a lotta people use these shitty programs, shitty software and shitty listening devices. Fuck 'em... fuck 'em all! And fuck Apple for duping all of us, especially ME! But at least my iPod touch has a built-in speaker and wi-fi connectivity, so that kinda makes up for the shitty things I have to put up with. I think the bulk of the frustration results from the computer I currently use (lousy computer). So for now, my rant ceases to hold any merit... also, my other present was Season 12 of The Simpsons, so I think I'm set.

I think it's time for a break from movie-going adventures, which have been the de facto choice of blog entries over the past year or two (aside from dream descriptions or random ramblings and thoughts). I think some of you dear blog readers were waiting for a blog that wasn't about movies or had abstract writings from the insane; a blog that just described the Mutton Man walking around. Hell, I'm sure a blog describing a day's worth of exciting activities, such as sharpening a pencil, or going to Coal Street Pub, would've been most interesting to read. I need to get back in that mode. Remember them good ol' days that I actually described what was on my mind or what had happened? I'm sure a lot has happened since I last talked about a non-movie event. I should type them up before they're lost memories...

I'm not sure where to start. Maybe I've become too macho that I can't type up real thoughts anymore; I looked at an old journal from high school, which followed this method of writing: words that were so bored they couldn't wait to reach the end of the page. Hey, it got me some much needed points for that English class. But truth of the matter is, I guess since realizing that people actually read my blogs I've restrained from babbling too much. Yeah yeah, I know that I've typed up some excuse that nothing in my life is worth noting, I was lying. Lies, I tell ya. ALL LIES!

So... how was the summer of Mutton Man? Well, I think I could type up an epic of intriguing details and random events and journeys beyond the limited Gallup and surrounding areas... but that might have to wait. Or will it? Not that there's some spectacular thing to mention... okay, you may not think so but I think they're memorable in that they bring a smile. Such as working at ABE for the last time, biding farewell to KGLP, and an ill-fated attempt to see Sonic Youth in Denver (it was not meant to be, but they added Phoenix and Tucson shows). I'll get to those in a bitty bit. Before ending this brilliant introduction on a cliffhanger, let's briefly jump back to some of the movies I've recently viewed.



rating: **** outta ****

Summer 2009 was a stinker, but it started off with a blast called Star Trek, and it ended with an even bigger explosion called District 9. Talk about originality AND thought-provoking on its analysis of the dark side of human nature and the neverending speculation on humanity. Again, why is it that only science fiction films tackle this hefty subject? My guess is to understand the unknown, humans must venture into the unknown or face the unknown. Although that's more of a voyage into fear, it also strains the boundaries set by mere humans. Aside from that, it also gives a rather convincingly bleak hypothesis should visitors from outside space visit Earth. I was reminded of this Calvin and Hobbes strip:



Hard-hitting honesty. But if you don't like thinking, District 9 has some of the most impressive action scenes, fuckin' awesome special effects, impressive storyline that is intriguing as well as it is believable, and violence that isn't meaningless (although the exploding bodies reminded me of the arcade game Area 51). All this especially considering its micro $30-40 million budget compared to the gargantuan scales and low expectations pushed by the Hollywood fat cats. Aren't we all glad Neill Blomkamp gave the world District 9 instead of Halo?



rating: ** outta ****

It's about equivalent to when we used to play with GI Joes as youngins. Stephen Sommers captures this quite well since a lotta things defy logic, even going as far as having our Joes make impossible jumps (like the kid making Joes jump from the couch to the kitchen table in one leap!). Loud and obnixious, just like Transformers 2, yet somehow a tad more entertaining since it doesn't attempt to askew whatever storyline is present (maybe it does, but I don't care). It knows what it is. So how come a shitty movie like this is a tad better than a movie that appeared to be more thought-out but wasn't(Transformers 2)? Nothing seemed misplaced nor added in at the last minute, plus I was spared my frustration (insert absurd laughter instead). It's cheesy as hell, too. Heh, how does that make it a plus? I dunno what I'm saying anymore! There are scenes that make little sense (somehow, ice sinks), there's bad dialogue and a really cheap ending. Fact is: I was entertained by that much as opposed to my cringing boredom and frustration with Transformers 2. Action was loud and kinda cool, there were more babes that weren't named Megan Fox (P.S. can't wait for Jennifer's Body... sue me), and more action. This flick was just a good time at the movies, nothing more. I guess me being not frustrated with storyline made this movie a tad more bearable than that other flick... although there are plenty of times where we must suspend our disbelief. But same goes for Transformers 2... you know what? Fuck it:
GI Joe: Rise of Cobra = somewhat more entertaining than Transformers 2 for undisclosed reasons.

Then a trip to the grindhouse (no poster visuals needed):

Halloween 2

rating: *½ outta ****

The Rob Zombie sequel... never saw the first one. What made me watch this flick anyway? I think friends play a key role in my visits to movies I'd otherwise wouldn't wanna waste time on; I just enjoy the company of friends. It provoked an interesting discussion afterwards describing the context of the film and its ending altogether, but doesn't save it from being any better. Perhaps I was lost considering I hadn't seen Zombie's previous [re]incarnation. Maybe I'm not too keen on slasher flicks anymore... but I did like the remake of Friday the 13th from earlier this year. This flick does have a gritty look and feel, diving into Michael Meyers' mind was interesting (note: never saw the original sequel), the killings were brutal, what the hell more could a person ask for?! I was bored, and the only time I perked up was when a rather cool song started blaring. I guess I just saw no real motive for Meyers' killing spree, and should I try to state a possible reason, I think of Jason following his mum's orders *cough*ripoff!*cough* I just find it to be bland. No purpose!

The Final Destination

rating: **½ outta ****

These movies are guilty pleasures. I must be a sadist, even when sometimes I complain about sadism of certain movies... but I can make exceptions for the Final Destination series. There's no originality up to this point, except for the 3-D which is pretty cool. Now blood, body parts, and words can come at you from the screen! Not much can be said for the deaths. They're humorous, they're excessive, they're gory ("Dammit, Mutton Man! You like this movie, how come you not like Halloween 2?!") You know the set-up: some random premonition prevents the opening scene from taking place (sorta), then Death has fun picking off the survivors, always managing to give clues which no one can decipher until it's too late, resulting in the most hilarious death scenes ever. Then we just sit back and watch blood and guts spill. My only complaint: some death scenes were tame compared to previous entries. Then there's other nitpicking, but I laugh about it just because it gives this movie a slight edge on the entertaining factor (ex: busted, chewed up leg results in bleeding from the mouth). Two-point-five stars is hardly a recommendation, but for just a good ol' time watching a movie in 3-D where boobs also pop out (aside from gore and other deadly appliances) should be the least bit intriguing... if you're willing to shell out extra bucks.
-----------------------------------------------------------
So there ye have it.

Two hours of typing when I coulda caught up on some homework. Oh well.
^_^

No more work for me, so life is boring. One more check on the way, which'll be depleted in a matter of days, possibly all gone by the week's end. Gas 'n junk, y'know how these things go. I might as well start getting ready for the upcoming semester as well as finish reading select books currently put on hold and watch as many movies as I can.

It's been just a tad over a year since my last smoke. Since then, I've rediscovered that tasty things taste so good. Eventually I'll make my way to Bender's fat guy status after he became human.


(Mutton Man, The Last Bender)

^^^This is what happens after you quit smoking. No one tells ya these things. It's like, "Good! You've quit! Now let's get something to eat!" Cancer ain't the big problem anymore, now it's high blood pressure and diabetes. Food should have these kinds of warnings on 'em... but nooooo, they only warn to people who have allergies (peanuts) or others who don't wanna vomit (undercooked meat). Like those are as life-threatening as diabetes. At least those are avoidable and minuscule. Whoo...

In the meantime, still in the process of catching up on some classics so I shall brag about whether they live up to their status or nah. And here's a new flick I happened to have caught; I think some of you already have seen it by now.



rating: *** outta ****

"I'm trying to make a very serious movie that is twice as funny as my other movies. Wish me luck!"
- Judd Apatow

From watching the trailer, one can sense that this film could possibly be a tad more "dramatic" than Judd Apatow's two previous flicks. Taking note from (500) Days of Summer's tagline, the description for Funny People should be "This isn't a comedy. This is a drama about comedians." At least I knew it would be even though the trailer seemed to be sugar-coated to lure in more unsuspecting souls. I didn't really expect more drama filled with lewd humor but I think Apatow reached that point when he made Knocked Up which also had its share of realism. Funny People is pretty deep or tries to be, even though it may not look like it. Additionally, it's grounded in hard-hitting reality when it touches on self-reflective themes and/or how each character goes about on screen; these actors may just be comedians but damn, can they act and dammit can the audience relate (if they can get past thinking, "Where's the comedy??" or looking at their watches). Personally, I think the film is a tad self-indulgent; the lengthy time which I think tried to illicit responses Apatow wanted and to retain every scene he loves. BUT it's also quite a risk taker because it explores.

Funny People might not meet everyone's expectations. The laughs are there, so that should reassure thee some, and they usually result from those "it's funny cuz it's true" situations and the typical dick joke inserted. Most of the complaints would center on the film's length and having more drama instead of comedy. Maybe the term dramedy should be used to describe Funny People. It's quite a change of pace to see these comedians all depressed 'n shit and having real problems (possibly alluding outcry from the Hollywood elite). So when Adam Sandler's character is a dick, suffering inside, and can still generate a laugh, you know he's reaching his full potential as an actor. Heck, even Seth Rogen kinda veers toward a different field and not just for the weight loss. He ain't so much a slacker like before, but just a shlub working hard for his big break. And as you all know from the spoiler-filled trailer that we've all seen over the past few months, Sandler plays George Simmons who has a blood disease and goes through the period of self-reflection and mistakes of the past he hopes to mend. These moments, especially between George and Ira (Rogen), are perhaps the film's best. It's basically a struggle for what each comedian wants as both try to guide each other, but not too much as they must remain professional to their respective lifestyles (Ira is hired by George to pen some jokes).

Around the time George gets better (we must kill whoever created that trailer), the film shifts toward more involvement with his ex Laura, played by Leslie Mann, mother of two kids (the same two girls from Knocked Up whom also Mann and Apatow's real-life offspring), and wife of Clark, played by Eric Bana, who can be intimidating and funny at the same time. This is where the complaints come from, usually regarding its overlong stay or misplacement. And lemme kinda once again say that yes, the film is long, nearly 2.5 hours in length (about 6 minutes shorter than The Dark Knight), but it held my interest and I think it helped get the film's point across. Yet, even for an epic length some parts appear to be dragged out while others are left underdeveloped or rushed. Kinda irksome.

Good attempt at going a different route but Apatow needs a better editor or be willing enough to either chop a few minutes or expand (in hopes of better development). Still, Funny People is a complex and fascinating film guaranteed to make you laugh some and ponder a bit during and even afterward. Again, the film is funny but not "twice as funny" as Apatow's other movies, both of which were able to balance comedy and heart. Here, everything is stripped to its raw core with no embellishments whatsoever. It's a rather unconventional move, very bold and perhaps even brutal. The last half of the film also adds a new element to its theme which in turn made the film darker than originally perceived. I guess this also adds to the confusion about what the film is trying to convey since the film is jumbled enough as it is. Some viewers tend to think around this point that the film didn't know what it wants to be, but I think it's perfectly clear, leaving a deeper impact than I would have even thought.

Note to the Academy (like they'd ever read this): give Adam Sandler a Best Actor nod for this film.