Hello to my many fives of readers! I am just checking in to say that I am moving this blog over to Wordpress, since Wordpress is a little easier to use and people can comment without having to sign up through google or blogger. The link to the new blog is:
http://steadygoing.wordpress.com
Someday I might get my own domain and link it there, but for now, Wordpress it is. :)
See you over there, in that corner of the internet!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
We need to talk about Predators
My awesome cousin Clare and I went to see Predators on Wednesday night. Interesting fact: We would have seen it on Friday or a weekend (or at any time not at 10:15pm) but it was so fast on its way out of theaters that it wasn't even *in* houston theatres for this weekend. So, 10:15. Wednesday night. Predators.
Let me describe to you the kind of people in Houston who go see Predators on a Wednesday night at 10:15 besides ourselves:
Teenagers
Two guys who seemed to be on some kind of man-date. If only we had been able to take a picture of the sartorial wonders one of them was displaying: tan baseball cap (with American flag, natch), tan t-shirt tucked into (belted) camoflage pants with cowboy boots. Now, I am not sure that I can verbally do justice to these last two items of clothing. The camoflage pants were actually kind of shiny, as though they were formal camo, for special occasions. They seemed to taper down* and end at the cowboy boots, which were brown and also shiny. It was really clear that this outfit had been put together with great care, as though he was going hunting in a really fancy game preserve that also housed a movie theater which was showing Predators.
The movie itself was pretty awesome. When it was over we actually had to stop ourselves from thinking that hard about it, so flimsy was the plot and so numerous the holes therein. For example, if Laurence Fishburne's character had been on the planet for ten seasons, how long is a season? We're given to believe that a season is actually quite long, but at the end (spoiler alert! YOU KNOW YOU CARE ABOUT THE ENDING OF PREDATORS) when Adrien Brody and the chick are walking away they see more crates (and, presumably, people) being parachuted on to the planet. Does that mean that a season is only, like, three days long or however long it takes the batch of prey to die?
It's questions like this that keep me awake at night, people. Anyway, the plot (as it is) in a nutshell: Adrien Brody and a bunch of other people (including Machete and Topher Grace) wake up mid-air over a TERRIFYING JUNGLE. Once they land they realize that they're not on earth, that they're all lethal badasses of various provenance, and that they're in Very Big Trouble. After removing the various ethnic characters using alien dogs and a cleverly disguised booby-trap (No. Seriously. Machete lasts literally twenty minutes into this movie, and the African dude about thirty. It's sad.) they find a strung-up predator that looks like the Predator from the first movie and Laurence Fishburne, who has gone crazy from being on the game preserve planet and tries to kill them. Another question posed by this movie: if Laurence Fishburne has survived by running and hiding and scavenging, why did he look like he'd spent the last ten years on the sofa, eating In-N-Out burgers? It was hard to suspend my disbelief to accept that this guy a) was once a badass, in-shape warrior and b) had survived on his own on a prison planet when he c) looks kind of like a paunchier, more African-American Mickey Rourke.
Anyway. So yadda yadda yadda, the Predators are coming, suddenly there are two kind of predators (WTF?!@?) and then EVERYONE DIES. Everyone, that is, except Adrien Brody, Topher Grace, and Isabela, the Hot Chick of Unspecified Origin. (Oh wait, Guatemala, because she told them all about the Predator in a handy bit of exposition.) Now, from the beginning Topher Grace is like "Waaah, I'm a nerdy doctor, I shouldn't BEEE here." And of course you know this is no tragic mistake, this dude is probably going to turn out to be a dyed-in-the-wool crazy person. And you'd be right! At the end he's all ready to kill Isabela in some unspecified cruel way and he's like "I LOVE THIS PLANET. CLEARLY THIS IS A PLANET FOR ME SINCE I LOVE TO KILL PEOPLE." And when Adrien Brody comes and saves them (blah blah, he was going to steal the alien craft but had a crisis of conscience, they've fallen down a hole, blah) the following exchange takes place:
Topher Grace Is A Serial Killer to Adrien Brody: You're a good man.
He gets ready to shoot Adrien Brody. Adrien Brody uses his whippet-quick killer reflexes and stabs Topher Grace in the jaw with his own, presumably-poisoned knife. (long story.)
Adrien Brody: I'm not good. I'm just fast.
Topher Grace: *gargle*
Later, he asks one of the Predators to help him because he's "One of you!"
Now, asinine dialogue and ludicrous characters aside, this movie was pretty fun. There was lots of shooting, lots of running, lots of people getting injured and or slaughtered in their attempt to escape the Predators. I didn't really understand why it needed to be a jungle (again); I mean, if the Predators' cloaking mechanism can bend ambient light so that they can be invisible to the human eye, why not be in the desert? Why not be in the mountains? We're fighting TWO WARS in the desert right now and that is a pretty tailor-made premise for a Predators flick RIGHT THERE. My only complaint would be that it took the actual Predators too long to show up, and when they did, I was deprived of the multiplicity of Predators that I felt I was promised. io9 does a very good rundown of this problem here.
Anyway, I loved it overall, and I'm probably going to buy it on DVD. Only so I can experience Adrien Brody doing his deep-register I'm A Badass voice in the privacy of my own home.
*They looked kind of like these. Only, you know, SHINY. But not, like, disco-shiny. Just shiny shiny.
Let me describe to you the kind of people in Houston who go see Predators on a Wednesday night at 10:15 besides ourselves:
Teenagers
Two guys who seemed to be on some kind of man-date. If only we had been able to take a picture of the sartorial wonders one of them was displaying: tan baseball cap (with American flag, natch), tan t-shirt tucked into (belted) camoflage pants with cowboy boots. Now, I am not sure that I can verbally do justice to these last two items of clothing. The camoflage pants were actually kind of shiny, as though they were formal camo, for special occasions. They seemed to taper down* and end at the cowboy boots, which were brown and also shiny. It was really clear that this outfit had been put together with great care, as though he was going hunting in a really fancy game preserve that also housed a movie theater which was showing Predators.
The movie itself was pretty awesome. When it was over we actually had to stop ourselves from thinking that hard about it, so flimsy was the plot and so numerous the holes therein. For example, if Laurence Fishburne's character had been on the planet for ten seasons, how long is a season? We're given to believe that a season is actually quite long, but at the end (spoiler alert! YOU KNOW YOU CARE ABOUT THE ENDING OF PREDATORS) when Adrien Brody and the chick are walking away they see more crates (and, presumably, people) being parachuted on to the planet. Does that mean that a season is only, like, three days long or however long it takes the batch of prey to die?
It's questions like this that keep me awake at night, people. Anyway, the plot (as it is) in a nutshell: Adrien Brody and a bunch of other people (including Machete and Topher Grace) wake up mid-air over a TERRIFYING JUNGLE. Once they land they realize that they're not on earth, that they're all lethal badasses of various provenance, and that they're in Very Big Trouble. After removing the various ethnic characters using alien dogs and a cleverly disguised booby-trap (No. Seriously. Machete lasts literally twenty minutes into this movie, and the African dude about thirty. It's sad.) they find a strung-up predator that looks like the Predator from the first movie and Laurence Fishburne, who has gone crazy from being on the game preserve planet and tries to kill them. Another question posed by this movie: if Laurence Fishburne has survived by running and hiding and scavenging, why did he look like he'd spent the last ten years on the sofa, eating In-N-Out burgers? It was hard to suspend my disbelief to accept that this guy a) was once a badass, in-shape warrior and b) had survived on his own on a prison planet when he c) looks kind of like a paunchier, more African-American Mickey Rourke.
Anyway. So yadda yadda yadda, the Predators are coming, suddenly there are two kind of predators (WTF?!@?) and then EVERYONE DIES. Everyone, that is, except Adrien Brody, Topher Grace, and Isabela, the Hot Chick of Unspecified Origin. (Oh wait, Guatemala, because she told them all about the Predator in a handy bit of exposition.) Now, from the beginning Topher Grace is like "Waaah, I'm a nerdy doctor, I shouldn't BEEE here." And of course you know this is no tragic mistake, this dude is probably going to turn out to be a dyed-in-the-wool crazy person. And you'd be right! At the end he's all ready to kill Isabela in some unspecified cruel way and he's like "I LOVE THIS PLANET. CLEARLY THIS IS A PLANET FOR ME SINCE I LOVE TO KILL PEOPLE." And when Adrien Brody comes and saves them (blah blah, he was going to steal the alien craft but had a crisis of conscience, they've fallen down a hole, blah) the following exchange takes place:
Topher Grace Is A Serial Killer to Adrien Brody: You're a good man.
He gets ready to shoot Adrien Brody. Adrien Brody uses his whippet-quick killer reflexes and stabs Topher Grace in the jaw with his own, presumably-poisoned knife. (long story.)
Adrien Brody: I'm not good. I'm just fast.
Topher Grace: *gargle*
Later, he asks one of the Predators to help him because he's "One of you!"
Now, asinine dialogue and ludicrous characters aside, this movie was pretty fun. There was lots of shooting, lots of running, lots of people getting injured and or slaughtered in their attempt to escape the Predators. I didn't really understand why it needed to be a jungle (again); I mean, if the Predators' cloaking mechanism can bend ambient light so that they can be invisible to the human eye, why not be in the desert? Why not be in the mountains? We're fighting TWO WARS in the desert right now and that is a pretty tailor-made premise for a Predators flick RIGHT THERE. My only complaint would be that it took the actual Predators too long to show up, and when they did, I was deprived of the multiplicity of Predators that I felt I was promised. io9 does a very good rundown of this problem here.
Anyway, I loved it overall, and I'm probably going to buy it on DVD. Only so I can experience Adrien Brody doing his deep-register I'm A Badass voice in the privacy of my own home.
*They looked kind of like these. Only, you know, SHINY. But not, like, disco-shiny. Just shiny shiny.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Dinner for Schmucks...
The dinner portion in Dinner for Schmucks only took up about a fourth of the movie, if that, and full of characters that we didn't get to see enough of (Chris O'Dowd's blind fencer anyone?)The rest of the movie was entirely comprised of one horrifyingly awful situation after another, my favorite being when Barry (Carrell) awkwardly intercepts an IM from a woman that Tim (Paul Rudd) had had a one-night stand with years back, which (of course!) led to her showing up at Tim's apartment and wreaking unspeakable shenanigans involving spanking and schoolgirl fantasies all over his business. Lucy Punch, the actress playing said crazy stalker, is an actress that I've only seen in Hot Fuzz and an episode of Poirot (where she played a missionary who was sleeping with her cousin. GASP.) She is a perfectly charming actress that I will now never be able to look at again.
The major bright spot for me was Jemaine Clement as Kieran, the artist that Tim's beautiful and mildly exotic girlfriend Julie represents.* Kieran is hilarious and pompous and totally in control of his schtick, which somehow never wore thin the way that Barry's did. In this day and age of sensitive spectrum diagnoses it was awkward to see a character who was clearly not stupid so much as actually mentally delayed in some way be the butt of so very many sex jokes. (He couldn't find the clitoris of his horrible ex-wife! He suggested that she had put it in her purse! Hilarity!)
I did do a lot of laughing in this movie. I don't want to make it sound like it was just one big cringe-fest, but I did cringe a lot, and actually had to leave the theater when a hilarious phone mixup (Their phones look just the same! IT IS SO EASY TO MIX UP PHONES IN THIS DAY AND AGE!) caused Barry AND the horrible Darla to join Tim and his potential new clients at brunch, only to have Julie show up mid-proposal. So very, very awkward. These Swiss clients, played by David Walliams and Lucy Davenport with scary blue-eyed perfection, were also sadly underutilized.
Ve do not understand vat is going on here.
I've also had a debate with my parents over the proper translation of the title of the original French movie, Le Diner de Cons. An article in the Houston Chronicle said that this title contained both "idiot" and the French word for, presumably, "cunt." I disagree. I seem to remember that "cons" was a word for idiots. Any of the three people who read this blog who know something about this are welcome to raise their hands and provide clarification. IMPORTANT ISSUES.
*I wish that the movie hadn't ended with her losing her chance at a big museum show in San Francisco only because she got back with Tim. Spoiler alert! in case you've never seen a romantic comedy ever!
Monday, August 2, 2010
Links Heard 'Round the Internet
This afternoon I'm going to see Dinner for Schmucks with my mom (Shut up, Paul Rudd is super cute and I like Steve Carrell, also David Walliams and Jemaine Clement) so here are some fun links:
- The Awl continues the longstanding tradition of being awesome with an awesome series called "Understudies," long-form essays about various musicals including one by my pal Jaime Green about Spring Awakening, which I fully admit I have never seen. (The show, not the essay. I read the essay, and it rules)
- Jo Walton (who also rules: read Farthing and Ha'penny right now, do not pass GO, do not collect $200) asks why Susannah Clarke's (rule-y) novel Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell hasn't been more influential over on tor.com
And, finally most important of all:
- CENTURION IS ON VIDEO-ON-DEMAND. This is, for those of you who don't follow these things, a) a Neil Marshall movie, he of The Descent and Dog Soldiers and Doomsday b) about the Roman Ninth Legion, which disappeared in Scotland after being fucking slaughtered by a bunch of Picts c) starring everyone in life I have ever loved, including David Morrissey and Michael Fassbender. You can bet your ass this is what I'm going to be watching tomorrow morning.
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