Fear and loathing in the City of Trees...
...has nothing to do with this entry.
My thoughts on "X-Men Origins: Wolverine" are muddled and mixed, much like the plot of the movie! Jessica and I went to see it last night, as we'd heard a lot of good about it. So many positive, glowing reviews from our fellow classmates can't be wrong, right? Well...wrong! I won't say it was a terrible film, as it wasn't. Nor will I say it was great, 'cause it wasn't that, either. Even excellent acting from Hugh Jackman, who always delivers, and a startlingly good performance from Danny Huston, playing the wicked William Stryker, couldn't keep the poorly-paced plot from wearing a hole in the knee of its own jeans. I thought that while fight sequences were cool, the action rushed past in great dollops, leaving me wondering what the hell was supposed to be happening. The only consistent bit seemed to be that Logan wanted revenge on his brother, Victor, and that he was in love with Silverfox. Or was he in love with her? Once he learned the truth about their relationship, his feelings seemed to dim, then spark again, just like his association with Gambit (I should mention that the first thing I said upon leaving the theatre was, "Gambit's supposed to have a Cajun accent"), which began as a fight and suddenly became association and camaraderie, as if some scenes were skipped. Apart from Wolverine's relationships with Victor and Silverfox the rest was spotty, including how he went about things and how the other characters behaved. One minute, Creed's betraying Logan; the next, he's helping Logan up and helping him fight Weapon XI. Overall, I wasn't as impressed as I hoped to be. Maybe that's my fault, then, for going in with high hopes, but it was an X-Men movie, and the previous three were quite good.
I could go into more depth, but right now, that's all I feel capable of saying about Wolverine. Other than that I was grateful for some lovely shots of Hugh Jackman's lovely backside.
After a long day of extreme amounts of work put into my PowerPoint for Japanese class, I wanted nothing to do with brains or intelligence for the rest of last night, and I'm carrying on that brave tradition into today. I'm sure I can manage it somehow. What a hardship to be a slacker when I have so many other things I'm supposed to be doing... XD
I did just get into Opera to find that Them Dudes has been updated. Normally, I don't get dragged into webcomics and start fangirling or following them, but Them Dudes is an exception. When I want smut, there it is, hard(core) and waiting for me. When I want more than just decent art, there it is. I've gotten very attached to looking for updates on it every week, and when they don't come, my heart sinks. I understand Real Life intruding on creative endeavors, though, and I'd never bitch at the artist for updates or extra pages or anything like that. People who simply come in and demand updates aren't real reviewers as far as I'm concerned, and I think it's rude to do that. Let the artist or author, whatever, work at his/her own pace. Let the thing come naturally rather than forcing it. The payoff's better that way.
I know I said I'd rec another fic, especially for destry, but again, brains escape me right now. Brilliance at any time on a Monday absolutely escapes me. Brilliance after a movie that seemed to dull some of my neural synapses - because clearly, someone who edited or wrote that movie wasn't thinking about continuity - is out of the question. And after narrating five minutes of PowerPoint in my second language, nearly frying my brain and my voice in the process? Yeah, I barely pass as a sentient life form.
I want this semester to be over. I'm sure all the other students out there feel exactly the same way.
I want my time at the Ko to be over, too. And with the end in sight, it takes an immense amount of effort to keep my work ethic from flagging like a hard-on after a swift kick to the balls. I'm closing tonight and nothing could possibly make me look forward to that. So many nights of closing ahead of me - there are too many and too few all at once.
"There are two things you can't argue in film: comedy and eroticism. If something doesn't make you laugh, no one can tell you why it's funny, and it's difficult to reason someone out of an erection."
My thoughts on "X-Men Origins: Wolverine" are muddled and mixed, much like the plot of the movie! Jessica and I went to see it last night, as we'd heard a lot of good about it. So many positive, glowing reviews from our fellow classmates can't be wrong, right? Well...wrong! I won't say it was a terrible film, as it wasn't. Nor will I say it was great, 'cause it wasn't that, either. Even excellent acting from Hugh Jackman, who always delivers, and a startlingly good performance from Danny Huston, playing the wicked William Stryker, couldn't keep the poorly-paced plot from wearing a hole in the knee of its own jeans. I thought that while fight sequences were cool, the action rushed past in great dollops, leaving me wondering what the hell was supposed to be happening. The only consistent bit seemed to be that Logan wanted revenge on his brother, Victor, and that he was in love with Silverfox. Or was he in love with her? Once he learned the truth about their relationship, his feelings seemed to dim, then spark again, just like his association with Gambit (I should mention that the first thing I said upon leaving the theatre was, "Gambit's supposed to have a Cajun accent"), which began as a fight and suddenly became association and camaraderie, as if some scenes were skipped. Apart from Wolverine's relationships with Victor and Silverfox the rest was spotty, including how he went about things and how the other characters behaved. One minute, Creed's betraying Logan; the next, he's helping Logan up and helping him fight Weapon XI. Overall, I wasn't as impressed as I hoped to be. Maybe that's my fault, then, for going in with high hopes, but it was an X-Men movie, and the previous three were quite good.
I could go into more depth, but right now, that's all I feel capable of saying about Wolverine. Other than that I was grateful for some lovely shots of Hugh Jackman's lovely backside.
After a long day of extreme amounts of work put into my PowerPoint for Japanese class, I wanted nothing to do with brains or intelligence for the rest of last night, and I'm carrying on that brave tradition into today. I'm sure I can manage it somehow. What a hardship to be a slacker when I have so many other things I'm supposed to be doing... XD
I did just get into Opera to find that Them Dudes has been updated. Normally, I don't get dragged into webcomics and start fangirling or following them, but Them Dudes is an exception. When I want smut, there it is, hard(core) and waiting for me. When I want more than just decent art, there it is. I've gotten very attached to looking for updates on it every week, and when they don't come, my heart sinks. I understand Real Life intruding on creative endeavors, though, and I'd never bitch at the artist for updates or extra pages or anything like that. People who simply come in and demand updates aren't real reviewers as far as I'm concerned, and I think it's rude to do that. Let the artist or author, whatever, work at his/her own pace. Let the thing come naturally rather than forcing it. The payoff's better that way.
I know I said I'd rec another fic, especially for destry, but again, brains escape me right now. Brilliance at any time on a Monday absolutely escapes me. Brilliance after a movie that seemed to dull some of my neural synapses - because clearly, someone who edited or wrote that movie wasn't thinking about continuity - is out of the question. And after narrating five minutes of PowerPoint in my second language, nearly frying my brain and my voice in the process? Yeah, I barely pass as a sentient life form.
I want this semester to be over. I'm sure all the other students out there feel exactly the same way.
I want my time at the Ko to be over, too. And with the end in sight, it takes an immense amount of effort to keep my work ethic from flagging like a hard-on after a swift kick to the balls. I'm closing tonight and nothing could possibly make me look forward to that. So many nights of closing ahead of me - there are too many and too few all at once.
"There are two things you can't argue in film: comedy and eroticism. If something doesn't make you laugh, no one can tell you why it's funny, and it's difficult to reason someone out of an erection."