What annoyed me most of all were Jessica Alba's blue contacts.
Just got back from seeing Fantastic Four II, and hot damn was it bad. I'm not sure which was worse, so I'll just start listing. The first clue to the awfulocity was Stan Lee being self-referential; there isn't any situation where that works in a movie. There was no second clue... the suck had begun. There was a tie between which was worse though--the women in the movie being nothing but empty stereotypes, and Victor Von Doom being almost henchman-type evil. I really don't think that there were any women involved with the making of this movie besides the actresses. Anytime a woman spoke it was a cliche about family or marriage. And the tough army girl who didn't put up with Johnny's shit, of course had to go out with him, because even though he was a dick it's ok because women like that; I didn't think this was supposed to be Fantastic Four: Rise of the male fantasy. And seriously, you can't have a realistic movie villian going by any surname that contains DOOM. He was half a step away from needing a long-haired cat in his lap.
I do think that the movie would have irritated me just as much (in fact, I said out loud as the ending credits were rolling that "I think this was the worst movie I've ever seen.") even if it weren't Father's Day tomorrow, but that just made me pre-irritable. I hate Father's Day. I'm already constantly reminded how much I've been poisoned, I don't need a day that says look how great dads are--Rejoice in the fun times that I've had with my dad, you know, the ones I can't enjoy because of that slow adrenaline drip that keeps me on my toes. Alternately--Rejoice in the fun times that I've had with my dad, the ones that make me feel crazy for hating him when his tide changes.
But this is the time for Dads and Grads, and I have both of those in this house. Danny has officially graduated High School! Woo! I did enjoy the Oakwood graduation ceremony, possibly because I wasn't on the stage this time. There was some great instrument playing (Pettibone, and Hayden), some good singing and some painful singing, teenage poetry, and interpretive dance. And the music they walked off the stage to was Sandstorm, but not one person danced off the stage. But we did all go out to dinner after the ceremony, and when I say all, I mean with both sets of parents. It was stressful, but it did toe the 'fun' line.
I do think that the movie would have irritated me just as much (in fact, I said out loud as the ending credits were rolling that "I think this was the worst movie I've ever seen.") even if it weren't Father's Day tomorrow, but that just made me pre-irritable. I hate Father's Day. I'm already constantly reminded how much I've been poisoned, I don't need a day that says look how great dads are--Rejoice in the fun times that I've had with my dad, you know, the ones I can't enjoy because of that slow adrenaline drip that keeps me on my toes. Alternately--Rejoice in the fun times that I've had with my dad, the ones that make me feel crazy for hating him when his tide changes.
But this is the time for Dads and Grads, and I have both of those in this house. Danny has officially graduated High School! Woo! I did enjoy the Oakwood graduation ceremony, possibly because I wasn't on the stage this time. There was some great instrument playing (Pettibone, and Hayden), some good singing and some painful singing, teenage poetry, and interpretive dance. And the music they walked off the stage to was Sandstorm, but not one person danced off the stage. But we did all go out to dinner after the ceremony, and when I say all, I mean with both sets of parents. It was stressful, but it did toe the 'fun' line.