Dames, sometimes they just have to let it out, then a few buckets later you'd never know they had
I really hope everyone saw Sin City on Friday, or Saturday, or any of the days that have elapsed since April 1. The seemingly endless week that proceeded it was well worth it. I just saw it again yesterday and it was nice to just sit back and know what was coming. To revel in every disgustingly campy line of narration. To giggle at every as every spurt of blood turned into a geyser. To bounce in my chair because you know you're seeing something special, and something you might not ever see again.
Sweet-fucking-Mary and Joseph did they get that movie right. I'm not saying that the movie was perfect, but every choice that they made was the right one; it's up to us whether or not we like them or not. Robert Rodriguez has always been a master of tones. Throughout his career, he's never made a movie that was flat-out serious, and I don't think he ever will. He's to enamored with the fun of being able to make a film. Too drunk at every frame he shoots. Too in love with every cheezy look or generic line that an actor expresses. For him, movies are the ultimate jungle gym. The El Mariachi movies. The Spy Kids movies. The Faculty. From Dusk Till Dawn. All of them live with this rough and rowdy tone that always reminds the viewer to not take things too seriously. Sin City is no exception.
I was drunk with this movie. It was good from beginning to end. There aren't a lot of movies that take you to the place that this movie takes you. And it's scary to say this, but you almost want to stay there. That world of dizzy dames and farm boy cannibals and bright orange Chucks and Jessica Alba with a lasso and Samurai sword wielding hookers and Irish Immigrants who dig explosives and Bruce Willis with a scar that won't stay in one place and painfully awkward Clive Owen American accents and dirty Yellow Bastards that are actually Nick Stahl, who, in case you forgot, is the adult John Connor. You really want to stay there. And you almost want to throw down on someone when you walk out of the theater. Not because you want to harm anyone. But because you want your world to be as interesting as Sin City.
Jesus Christ, I'm still excited. I think I'm gonna wind up feeding a lot of my hard earned Kroger dollars to this franchise. Sadly, it only opened at 28.1 million dollars. A decent opening, but in order for it to be the hit that we all want it to be, it needed to open at at least 40, particularly with Sahara opening up this week and no doubt eating up about half of Sin City's audience with its idiocy.
Anyways, not really in a school mood today. Contemplated taking the entire day off, but as I was lying in bed, I remembered that I had a philosophy paper to turn in today. I skipped my first philosophy class, but then so did everyone else, as I showed up just as class was letting out and found that about ten people out of thirty had attended. Turns out I got 9 out of 10 on the in class essay that turned into a take home essay. Also turned in a paper that will count for five points extra credit and make up for the few points that I've lost this semester, so I'm still in A range going into the final weeks of the semester. My regular philosophy teacher just got in from the Caribbean last night and was so tired that he let us turn in our papers and then cancelled class. I spent the next forty five minutes happily walking back and forth between the SAC and the computer science bulding's cafeteria, trying to decide what I wanted to eat or if I wanted to eat. I eventually wound up at Chick Fil A (don't know if I spelled that right) and completely erased all the exercising I'd just done by pigging out. Oh whatever. God I love it when there's nice weather. Really does raise my spirits.
Contemplating skipping women's lit as I didn't read the Toni Morrison, a.k.a. Oprah's favorite writer, assignment today and am not enticed by the idea of spending an hour and fifteen minutes in a boiling classroom listening to old people wax about the obvious. I also have a lot of stuff to read for American Lit.
One might ask why I didn't do any of this last night. Well, you probably wouldn't ask that because you probably haven't read this far, but it was because I was busy watching a pretty decent championship game. Yes, UNC won. Yes, Roy Williams won his first national title. Yes, it was the most pointless championship game I have ever seen because it merely pitted number 1 against number 2 for all the marbles and that's something we could have done without even having an NCAA tournament. Another college basketball season has come and gone. NOW ONTO BASEBALL. Hey wait a second--no, you know what? I'd rather read.
Oh yeah, the show at the coffee house this past Saturday? Really kicked ass man. The Merediths were really great, really different, and actually had a sound that I liked. It was probably because they sound so much like the bands that I like, which makes me question originality--hang on man, no one should question someone else's originality. It just doesn't work.
Anyways, off to decide which choice I will make. To sort of procrastinate and just miss one of the next two classes, or really procrastinate and just miss both, making this whole trip to school a complete waste of my time and gas. My car's gas that is. I wasn't farting on the bell tower if that was what you were thinking.
Green Day
"Wake Me Up When September Ends"
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
like my fathers come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends
summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when september ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
-Love that fucking song
Sweet-fucking-Mary and Joseph did they get that movie right. I'm not saying that the movie was perfect, but every choice that they made was the right one; it's up to us whether or not we like them or not. Robert Rodriguez has always been a master of tones. Throughout his career, he's never made a movie that was flat-out serious, and I don't think he ever will. He's to enamored with the fun of being able to make a film. Too drunk at every frame he shoots. Too in love with every cheezy look or generic line that an actor expresses. For him, movies are the ultimate jungle gym. The El Mariachi movies. The Spy Kids movies. The Faculty. From Dusk Till Dawn. All of them live with this rough and rowdy tone that always reminds the viewer to not take things too seriously. Sin City is no exception.
I was drunk with this movie. It was good from beginning to end. There aren't a lot of movies that take you to the place that this movie takes you. And it's scary to say this, but you almost want to stay there. That world of dizzy dames and farm boy cannibals and bright orange Chucks and Jessica Alba with a lasso and Samurai sword wielding hookers and Irish Immigrants who dig explosives and Bruce Willis with a scar that won't stay in one place and painfully awkward Clive Owen American accents and dirty Yellow Bastards that are actually Nick Stahl, who, in case you forgot, is the adult John Connor. You really want to stay there. And you almost want to throw down on someone when you walk out of the theater. Not because you want to harm anyone. But because you want your world to be as interesting as Sin City.
Jesus Christ, I'm still excited. I think I'm gonna wind up feeding a lot of my hard earned Kroger dollars to this franchise. Sadly, it only opened at 28.1 million dollars. A decent opening, but in order for it to be the hit that we all want it to be, it needed to open at at least 40, particularly with Sahara opening up this week and no doubt eating up about half of Sin City's audience with its idiocy.
Anyways, not really in a school mood today. Contemplated taking the entire day off, but as I was lying in bed, I remembered that I had a philosophy paper to turn in today. I skipped my first philosophy class, but then so did everyone else, as I showed up just as class was letting out and found that about ten people out of thirty had attended. Turns out I got 9 out of 10 on the in class essay that turned into a take home essay. Also turned in a paper that will count for five points extra credit and make up for the few points that I've lost this semester, so I'm still in A range going into the final weeks of the semester. My regular philosophy teacher just got in from the Caribbean last night and was so tired that he let us turn in our papers and then cancelled class. I spent the next forty five minutes happily walking back and forth between the SAC and the computer science bulding's cafeteria, trying to decide what I wanted to eat or if I wanted to eat. I eventually wound up at Chick Fil A (don't know if I spelled that right) and completely erased all the exercising I'd just done by pigging out. Oh whatever. God I love it when there's nice weather. Really does raise my spirits.
Contemplating skipping women's lit as I didn't read the Toni Morrison, a.k.a. Oprah's favorite writer, assignment today and am not enticed by the idea of spending an hour and fifteen minutes in a boiling classroom listening to old people wax about the obvious. I also have a lot of stuff to read for American Lit.
One might ask why I didn't do any of this last night. Well, you probably wouldn't ask that because you probably haven't read this far, but it was because I was busy watching a pretty decent championship game. Yes, UNC won. Yes, Roy Williams won his first national title. Yes, it was the most pointless championship game I have ever seen because it merely pitted number 1 against number 2 for all the marbles and that's something we could have done without even having an NCAA tournament. Another college basketball season has come and gone. NOW ONTO BASEBALL. Hey wait a second--no, you know what? I'd rather read.
Oh yeah, the show at the coffee house this past Saturday? Really kicked ass man. The Merediths were really great, really different, and actually had a sound that I liked. It was probably because they sound so much like the bands that I like, which makes me question originality--hang on man, no one should question someone else's originality. It just doesn't work.
Anyways, off to decide which choice I will make. To sort of procrastinate and just miss one of the next two classes, or really procrastinate and just miss both, making this whole trip to school a complete waste of my time and gas. My car's gas that is. I wasn't farting on the bell tower if that was what you were thinking.
Green Day
"Wake Me Up When September Ends"
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
like my fathers come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends
summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when september ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
-Love that fucking song