In which Tabby snores, right between suffering through Elf and The Grudge
Tabby came over again for a night of debauchery. I really wasn't looking forward to it (again) but she can be remarkably insistent. At least this time I was spared the peer pressure to drink because they didn't get my liquor of choice, rum and Coke. I had to settle for an approximation, strawberry-flavored Smirnoff and Pepsi (which wasn't half bad). I really wanted to see Elf and thought it the perfect choice, knowing Tabby's frighteningly short attention span while drinking. Of course, we didn't get the movie under way until after 10, which didn't stop Tabby pleading incessantly for the volume to be turned louder. I swear to god that girl needs her hearing checked. Sure enough, she lost interest about halfway through. If you read my review below, you'll see she didn't miss a whole lot.
But first, what I know you REALLY want (don't worry. Majorly resized for ease of loading):
Tabby loves her Tery
No one believes me when I say I'm "catnip for the ladies"
Smack that ass, bitch!
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Giddy Giddy!
Hey now Tabby....I'm pretty sure my boy is under the drinking age
Look out, Tery! A vampire!
It's pretty clear Polo shares my feelings.
It's a law of nature...if Tabby drinks long enough, she WILL end up on the kitchen floor (looks like the camera's had a bit too much as well...starting to get blurry vision)
Okay, Tabby...you're cut off.
I turned in early (2 a.m.), knowing they would keep going until sunrise if they had the chance. I was woken at 6 a.m. by Tabby beside me in bed, her snores sounding like a blender. Alsatia was lying on me, watching her with similar disbelief that so much noise could come from such a small person. After a minute or two it became clear she wasn't going to stop, so Alsatia and I fled the bedroom to join Tery in the living room. Even with two blankets and every spare pillow I could find, I could not make the floor work for me. I felt every bone pressing down into it painfully. I gave up and retreated to the armchair, my feet propped up on the coffee table. I had time to reflect on the irony that everyone else was sleeping comfortably except me, the only person that had to get up and work in the morning. Alsatia though, my homegirl, she stuck by me through every adjustment, curling up tightly next to me on the floor, even teetering precariously on the back of the armchair while I restlessly fell back asleep, never leaving my side. Who says cats have no sense of loyalty? I think I slept there for an hour or so before Tery woke up and immediately offered me the couch, thank god. She assumed Tabby had yakked in the bed or something.
Okay, enough about the wild parties. On to the movie reviews:
Elf I was really excited to see this, especially after seeing the hella-sexy packaging at Blockbuster (sparkly, shiny letters. I am such a sucker for shiny things.) I laughed at this movie. A lot. Will Ferrell is a very funny guy. Not exactly a full 95 minutes' worth of funny, unfortunately. The movie ran into trouble when it tried to construct an actual plot around a single funny premise. It was good for what it was, but by the end it felt like another Hollywood holiday family flick with an ending as sickly sweet as Buddy's sugar-coated diet. 3 out of 5
The Grudge I try not to let advance reviews color my perceptions of movies, but I had heard nothing but bad, bad and bad about this one. Rightly so, it seems. zoisite84 says it much better than I can, and I agree with all her observations. I really loved The Ring, and certainly comparisons can be drawn, though they can only hurt this movie. The Japanese seem to think large amounts of dark, wet hair are very frightening (which, speaking for myself, they are right, but that is neither here nor there), and even moreso wide, crazy-looking eyes peeking through that hair. I had great hopes from the cast, Bill Pullman (always my favorite), of course Buffy herself, the uber-sexy left-of-center Clea Duvall, even Ted "Joxer" Raimi (who, like Clint Howard, would never, ever work at all if not for his more famous brother apparently). But sadly the movie seemed more like an excuse to string together really frightening images without bothering to supply a logical storyline to justify them. Yeah, I was jumping at the right parts in the beginning, but quickly got desensitized and bored by the shocks as they became more predictable and more nonsensical. I have to assume the original is better to justify any interest in remaking it (and a sequel, you say? I'll file that right beside Blair Witch: Book of Shadows on the movies-I-feel-absolutely-no-need-to-see-ever shelf.) I could nitpick over every gaping plothole, but who has the time? Save your money and see Saw *snicker* Tabby, inexplicably, claims to have loved it. 1 out of 5. Bleah.
But first, what I know you REALLY want (don't worry. Majorly resized for ease of loading):
Tabby loves her Tery
No one believes me when I say I'm "catnip for the ladies"
Smack that ass, bitch!
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Giddy Giddy!
Hey now Tabby....I'm pretty sure my boy is under the drinking age
Look out, Tery! A vampire!
It's pretty clear Polo shares my feelings.
It's a law of nature...if Tabby drinks long enough, she WILL end up on the kitchen floor (looks like the camera's had a bit too much as well...starting to get blurry vision)
Okay, Tabby...you're cut off.
I turned in early (2 a.m.), knowing they would keep going until sunrise if they had the chance. I was woken at 6 a.m. by Tabby beside me in bed, her snores sounding like a blender. Alsatia was lying on me, watching her with similar disbelief that so much noise could come from such a small person. After a minute or two it became clear she wasn't going to stop, so Alsatia and I fled the bedroom to join Tery in the living room. Even with two blankets and every spare pillow I could find, I could not make the floor work for me. I felt every bone pressing down into it painfully. I gave up and retreated to the armchair, my feet propped up on the coffee table. I had time to reflect on the irony that everyone else was sleeping comfortably except me, the only person that had to get up and work in the morning. Alsatia though, my homegirl, she stuck by me through every adjustment, curling up tightly next to me on the floor, even teetering precariously on the back of the armchair while I restlessly fell back asleep, never leaving my side. Who says cats have no sense of loyalty? I think I slept there for an hour or so before Tery woke up and immediately offered me the couch, thank god. She assumed Tabby had yakked in the bed or something.
Okay, enough about the wild parties. On to the movie reviews:
Elf I was really excited to see this, especially after seeing the hella-sexy packaging at Blockbuster (sparkly, shiny letters. I am such a sucker for shiny things.) I laughed at this movie. A lot. Will Ferrell is a very funny guy. Not exactly a full 95 minutes' worth of funny, unfortunately. The movie ran into trouble when it tried to construct an actual plot around a single funny premise. It was good for what it was, but by the end it felt like another Hollywood holiday family flick with an ending as sickly sweet as Buddy's sugar-coated diet. 3 out of 5
The Grudge I try not to let advance reviews color my perceptions of movies, but I had heard nothing but bad, bad and bad about this one. Rightly so, it seems. zoisite84 says it much better than I can, and I agree with all her observations. I really loved The Ring, and certainly comparisons can be drawn, though they can only hurt this movie. The Japanese seem to think large amounts of dark, wet hair are very frightening (which, speaking for myself, they are right, but that is neither here nor there), and even moreso wide, crazy-looking eyes peeking through that hair. I had great hopes from the cast, Bill Pullman (always my favorite), of course Buffy herself, the uber-sexy left-of-center Clea Duvall, even Ted "Joxer" Raimi (who, like Clint Howard, would never, ever work at all if not for his more famous brother apparently). But sadly the movie seemed more like an excuse to string together really frightening images without bothering to supply a logical storyline to justify them. Yeah, I was jumping at the right parts in the beginning, but quickly got desensitized and bored by the shocks as they became more predictable and more nonsensical. I have to assume the original is better to justify any interest in remaking it (and a sequel, you say? I'll file that right beside Blair Witch: Book of Shadows on the movies-I-feel-absolutely-no-need-to-see-ever shelf.) I could nitpick over every gaping plothole, but who has the time? Save your money and see Saw *snicker* Tabby, inexplicably, claims to have loved it. 1 out of 5. Bleah.