bad reviews
I've been meaning to start putting up some reviews lately, but I've been both busy and lazy, which is a bad combination when you're trying to waste time on livejournal.
I've been thinking about this since the summer, and it isn't anything earth shattering.
You're going to start seeing Five Dollar Fridays. Or Mondays. Or whenever I get one in, but it will retain the Five Dollar Friday title, and it will contain my take on whatever five dollar movie I have purchased last.
Up on the blocks - Shaft in Africa, Kindergarten Cop, and Harlem Nights.
Made and Swingers will not make the cut.
I will have a never ending pool of shit movies because my stepdad collects them. He has 200+ five dollar B-movies, and it isn't a kitch thing. He thinks that by collecting every film in Steven Seagal's catalog, that it will somehow bring him satisfaction. Perhaps he is correct. Happiness isn't in relationships, religion, or super consumerism. It is in the five dollar bin at Walmart.
Some other prospective titles - Suicide Kings, Gattaca, anything where Pamela Anderson and/or Anna Nicole Smith show their boobs and clutch their semi-automatics while the detective tries to figure out if she's the killer the best way he can - by letting her get on top.
Which makes everything Batman does that much more impressive. Not only is he The World's Greatest Detective without the aid of superpowers, but he doesn't resort to the hack-detective gimmick that is sport fucking.
I've been thinking about this since the summer, and it isn't anything earth shattering.
You're going to start seeing Five Dollar Fridays. Or Mondays. Or whenever I get one in, but it will retain the Five Dollar Friday title, and it will contain my take on whatever five dollar movie I have purchased last.
Up on the blocks - Shaft in Africa, Kindergarten Cop, and Harlem Nights.
Made and Swingers will not make the cut.
I will have a never ending pool of shit movies because my stepdad collects them. He has 200+ five dollar B-movies, and it isn't a kitch thing. He thinks that by collecting every film in Steven Seagal's catalog, that it will somehow bring him satisfaction. Perhaps he is correct. Happiness isn't in relationships, religion, or super consumerism. It is in the five dollar bin at Walmart.
Some other prospective titles - Suicide Kings, Gattaca, anything where Pamela Anderson and/or Anna Nicole Smith show their boobs and clutch their semi-automatics while the detective tries to figure out if she's the killer the best way he can - by letting her get on top.
Which makes everything Batman does that much more impressive. Not only is he The World's Greatest Detective without the aid of superpowers, but he doesn't resort to the hack-detective gimmick that is sport fucking.