I got mentally pwned... by a Disney movie...!
(No real spoilers were utilised in the making of this post.)
So Bunneh and I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End (I keep wanting to say "At Land's End" but I doubt Jack Sparrow would shop there) and I got my ass kicked. And by "ass" I mean "mind." And by "kicked" I mean "blown."
And this was not because it was an amazing movie; it was actually kind of bad and I certainly would not have minded paying six bucks at a matinee instead the 11 f'in bucks I paid for a 5.45 showing. Pirates blew up my skull because it was so fucking random and trippy and not for kids. Not that pirates are generally kid-friendly and that I'm the kind of person who'd normally give an F about shit like that, but, hey DISNEY, what's up? They made an almost three hour long movie about murder, betrayal and death (with a few ball jokes and a scandalous post-coital scene that bears a suprisingly smooth leg despite the fact that pirate whores prolly didnt wax) that is best enjoyed when one is completely fucked up on drugs.
I nodded off a few times in the first half hour or so because it was freezing and I thought I was bored. I woke up several times completely confused and feeling like I had fallen asleep and had an f'd up dream about Pirates of the Caribbean but which was probably actually just the movie itself. In retrospect, I realised it was because I felt out of touch with the movie. It was like the first time I watched Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle -- I wasnt stoned and I felt left out. Jack Sparrow, while supposedly not drunk in this movie, must have been on some powerful shrooms. Or something. I dont see another half dozen me's when I'm tripping, but maybe he does and I accept that. But I digress.
Today's WTF Award goes to Disney. What the hell, you guys. That movie was kind of scary and made me feel pretty inadequate. I thought it was going to be a fun pirate romp. Instead it reminded me of the time I was sitting on a mountain and I heard the earth roar that it was going to swallow me whole and send death threats to my children.
So Bunneh and I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End (I keep wanting to say "At Land's End" but I doubt Jack Sparrow would shop there) and I got my ass kicked. And by "ass" I mean "mind." And by "kicked" I mean "blown."
And this was not because it was an amazing movie; it was actually kind of bad and I certainly would not have minded paying six bucks at a matinee instead the 11 f'in bucks I paid for a 5.45 showing. Pirates blew up my skull because it was so fucking random and trippy and not for kids. Not that pirates are generally kid-friendly and that I'm the kind of person who'd normally give an F about shit like that, but, hey DISNEY, what's up? They made an almost three hour long movie about murder, betrayal and death (with a few ball jokes and a scandalous post-coital scene that bears a suprisingly smooth leg despite the fact that pirate whores prolly didnt wax) that is best enjoyed when one is completely fucked up on drugs.
I nodded off a few times in the first half hour or so because it was freezing and I thought I was bored. I woke up several times completely confused and feeling like I had fallen asleep and had an f'd up dream about Pirates of the Caribbean but which was probably actually just the movie itself. In retrospect, I realised it was because I felt out of touch with the movie. It was like the first time I watched Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle -- I wasnt stoned and I felt left out. Jack Sparrow, while supposedly not drunk in this movie, must have been on some powerful shrooms. Or something. I dont see another half dozen me's when I'm tripping, but maybe he does and I accept that. But I digress.
Today's WTF Award goes to Disney. What the hell, you guys. That movie was kind of scary and made me feel pretty inadequate. I thought it was going to be a fun pirate romp. Instead it reminded me of the time I was sitting on a mountain and I heard the earth roar that it was going to swallow me whole and send death threats to my children.