Murphy's Law: God Is Laughing At You.
Doesn't it just figure that the one time I actually have a day off to go to the movies, the biggest blackout in North American history has to take place? If I sound whiny, please forgive me. I'm sure I'll be better once work is done today.
On the plus side, at least I got to watch the majority of S.W.A.T. before the movie shut off on me. I stayed away from the "We ♥ Colin Farrell" bandwagon for the longest time because enough people were squealing about him, but I have to say, baby, he is *fine*. But I really went to see Samuel Jackson, Mr. Samuel L. Jackson who is in the Top 10 Hot Older Men I'd Do list. As well, if I were straight again, I'd give up my heterosexuality for Michelle Rodriguez. She makes my brain melt. And the movie was fantastic: full of action, tension, snappy dialogue, cool slow-mo shots, great characters, plot twists, amazing music, and enough homoerotic moments to keep slashers happy. I'll be surprised if this doesn't spawn a great big bloody S.W.A.T. fandom, if only because Street and Gamble had so much *potential* together.
We got power back yesterday, but my Internet was still out. So I watched Die Another Day just to see what all the fuss was about. I haven't really been into the Bond movies since Roger Moore took over, but I've enjoyed Pierce Brosnan's James Bond and was expecting to be pleasantly diverted by this installment. Ha! Instead, I was blown away, mostly by those cool little nods to the old-school James Bond flicks: Halle Berry's rising out of the water like Ursula Andress' Honey in Dr. No, the boot spring knife with its poison tip that was once used on Sean Connery's James Bond in that movie with Oddjob in it, and so much more. It was full of cool effects (although I'm lost on why car chases and explosions have to be so goddamn *long*), cooler dialogue, and hot babes. Perfect for me.
Unlike Famke Janssen's Xenia Onatopp, this movie's villainess so did not do a thing for me. She was a total milksop whereas Xenia was a dark, dangerous widow spider with a wicked wit. But Halle Berry just did it for me in this movie. I thought she was going to suck, but her Jinx was just smart, funny, and resourceful. She really was James' equal in every way, something I just adored seeing onscreen. Also, James and M were fucking. Sorry to break it to you, but that scene where she tells him he's stripped of his 00 status? Yeah, they were doing it. As well, would Moneypenny please get the fuck over James and find herself some sweet, sexy, young thing who'll fulfill her every need? Male or female, it doesn't really matter. Finally, I want Q to be my father. He can give me neat toys, admonish me if I misused them, and speak in a neat British accent while he's doing all of this. John Cleese is near and dear to my heart. I adore him.
Okay, I'm off to work. And of course, it's raining like the Second Coming of Christ over here. Yay. Just what I need to make my Saturday all better. No, wait, that would be finding out that the TTC doesn't run until Monday while I'm working today and tomorrow. Sigh. Can we go back to the blackout again?
On the plus side, at least I got to watch the majority of S.W.A.T. before the movie shut off on me. I stayed away from the "We ♥ Colin Farrell" bandwagon for the longest time because enough people were squealing about him, but I have to say, baby, he is *fine*. But I really went to see Samuel Jackson, Mr. Samuel L. Jackson who is in the Top 10 Hot Older Men I'd Do list. As well, if I were straight again, I'd give up my heterosexuality for Michelle Rodriguez. She makes my brain melt. And the movie was fantastic: full of action, tension, snappy dialogue, cool slow-mo shots, great characters, plot twists, amazing music, and enough homoerotic moments to keep slashers happy. I'll be surprised if this doesn't spawn a great big bloody S.W.A.T. fandom, if only because Street and Gamble had so much *potential* together.
We got power back yesterday, but my Internet was still out. So I watched Die Another Day just to see what all the fuss was about. I haven't really been into the Bond movies since Roger Moore took over, but I've enjoyed Pierce Brosnan's James Bond and was expecting to be pleasantly diverted by this installment. Ha! Instead, I was blown away, mostly by those cool little nods to the old-school James Bond flicks: Halle Berry's rising out of the water like Ursula Andress' Honey in Dr. No, the boot spring knife with its poison tip that was once used on Sean Connery's James Bond in that movie with Oddjob in it, and so much more. It was full of cool effects (although I'm lost on why car chases and explosions have to be so goddamn *long*), cooler dialogue, and hot babes. Perfect for me.
Unlike Famke Janssen's Xenia Onatopp, this movie's villainess so did not do a thing for me. She was a total milksop whereas Xenia was a dark, dangerous widow spider with a wicked wit. But Halle Berry just did it for me in this movie. I thought she was going to suck, but her Jinx was just smart, funny, and resourceful. She really was James' equal in every way, something I just adored seeing onscreen. Also, James and M were fucking. Sorry to break it to you, but that scene where she tells him he's stripped of his 00 status? Yeah, they were doing it. As well, would Moneypenny please get the fuck over James and find herself some sweet, sexy, young thing who'll fulfill her every need? Male or female, it doesn't really matter. Finally, I want Q to be my father. He can give me neat toys, admonish me if I misused them, and speak in a neat British accent while he's doing all of this. John Cleese is near and dear to my heart. I adore him.
Okay, I'm off to work. And of course, it's raining like the Second Coming of Christ over here. Yay. Just what I need to make my Saturday all better. No, wait, that would be finding out that the TTC doesn't run until Monday while I'm working today and tomorrow. Sigh. Can we go back to the blackout again?