I can't wait for the day that I, like Mel Gibson, will be rich and famous enough to direct, write, and produce my own feature films, filled with graphic, over the top violence, and blunt visual metaphors ( Read more... )

There are birds singing outside, as though the sun were rising. It is 2:15 a.m. Someone needs to tell them that is not appropriate or the natural order of things, and that it needs to stop. It's confusing the hell out of me.

So I saw two movies in the last two days. Yesterday, The Fountain, and today, Pan's Labyrinth.

( I will ramble, and might give a couple minor things away, but mostly this is about me because I'm boring like that. )