I guess word got out I was guest hosting the slam...
...'cause two folks showed up, at different times. Neither wanted to do a solo show, so all in all, an unfortunate cancellation. Stayed until about the time 6 Degrees were to show up. Sorry, Dani.
Also some films recently seen in the theater (most seen over the holidays with at least one parental unit):
Meet the Fockers: Over $200 M at the box office. I know a lot of audience members can relate to familial or in-law related embarassment, but... but... it's the same film as Meet the Parents, only with the humor passed out in thinner rations among the larger cast. Don't get me wrong; there are funny moments and all, but if someone were to have switched a reel of the sequel with a reel of the original... wouldn't have noticed.
Flight of the Phoenix: A decent enough time-waster, although not the first choice of the family on New Year's. We were kicked out of the theater showing The Aviator due to lack of seating (many thank yous to the jackasses who bought a ticket to another film, and thus keeping us [and others] out of seeing the movie we had chosen). As for the Phoenix... other than a few cases of bad dialogue and overacting, nothing that I can say as being overly obnoxious... then again, it's been a week, and I can't remember much else that wasn't already in the trailer.
Darkness: My mother, who isn't given to fits of hyperbole, said this was the worst film she had seen in the theaters in years. As a wannabe horror writer, I would normally stand up for the genre. Not this time. I know that half an hour was cut by Dimension to give it a PG-13, but even with the added material, I can't see how it could be salvaged. The acting was flimsier than expected, given the cast involved (Anna Paquin, Lena Olin, and Giancarlo Gianinni, among other, lesser known names). What the villains were attempting to accomplish is never given more than an abstract description of pure eeeeeeevil, and the ending... you don't even know if some of the characters are even alive or not at the end (and not in the purposeful, ambivalent ending style, either).
I told Mom that everytime the lights went out in the movie (hence the title), I would imagine the song "I Believe in a Thing Called Love," by The Darkness, starting up in my head. Stupid? Undoubtedly. But it served its purpose. It made the film hilarious as get-out (to me, at least), and even, I dare say, scarier.
White Noise: Don't. Just... no. Leave me alone.
Damn. Was hoping to have a positive review in there somewhere. Makes me wonder when I'll get around to the well-received films for the holiday season: Avaitor, Million Dollar Baby, Hotel Rwanda, Phantom (Shut up, you. I don't even know who you are.), House of Flying Daggers. Need to soon. Have reviews to write, a possible job to need (the bank is cracking down on performance, and I just don't have the stomach for collecting).
Also some films recently seen in the theater (most seen over the holidays with at least one parental unit):
Meet the Fockers: Over $200 M at the box office. I know a lot of audience members can relate to familial or in-law related embarassment, but... but... it's the same film as Meet the Parents, only with the humor passed out in thinner rations among the larger cast. Don't get me wrong; there are funny moments and all, but if someone were to have switched a reel of the sequel with a reel of the original... wouldn't have noticed.
Flight of the Phoenix: A decent enough time-waster, although not the first choice of the family on New Year's. We were kicked out of the theater showing The Aviator due to lack of seating (many thank yous to the jackasses who bought a ticket to another film, and thus keeping us [and others] out of seeing the movie we had chosen). As for the Phoenix... other than a few cases of bad dialogue and overacting, nothing that I can say as being overly obnoxious... then again, it's been a week, and I can't remember much else that wasn't already in the trailer.
Darkness: My mother, who isn't given to fits of hyperbole, said this was the worst film she had seen in the theaters in years. As a wannabe horror writer, I would normally stand up for the genre. Not this time. I know that half an hour was cut by Dimension to give it a PG-13, but even with the added material, I can't see how it could be salvaged. The acting was flimsier than expected, given the cast involved (Anna Paquin, Lena Olin, and Giancarlo Gianinni, among other, lesser known names). What the villains were attempting to accomplish is never given more than an abstract description of pure eeeeeeevil, and the ending... you don't even know if some of the characters are even alive or not at the end (and not in the purposeful, ambivalent ending style, either).
I told Mom that everytime the lights went out in the movie (hence the title), I would imagine the song "I Believe in a Thing Called Love," by The Darkness, starting up in my head. Stupid? Undoubtedly. But it served its purpose. It made the film hilarious as get-out (to me, at least), and even, I dare say, scarier.
White Noise: Don't. Just... no. Leave me alone.
Damn. Was hoping to have a positive review in there somewhere. Makes me wonder when I'll get around to the well-received films for the holiday season: Avaitor, Million Dollar Baby, Hotel Rwanda, Phantom (Shut up, you. I don't even know who you are.), House of Flying Daggers. Need to soon. Have reviews to write, a possible job to need (the bank is cracking down on performance, and I just don't have the stomach for collecting).