3:00 snapshot #324 plus movie and snack related random
So, on Netflix, when I sign in they tell me that because of my interest in The Howling IV, perhaps I'd like other movies made in the UK. Well, sure I do, not that I knew or cared where a hopefully horrible werewolf movie sequel was made, but whatever. One of the movies made in the UK that they recommend is 'Revolver.' I see Andre 3000's face on the cover and click the link to see what it's about. I vaguely remember when it came out--it's another in what seems like a long list of Guy Richie/Jason Statham English Gangster movies. All I remember about the commercials was that you could see Ray Liotta's excruciating overacting even in a 30 second clip.
Now, I love to review bad movies, this you know. But I really love to read reviews of bad movies, and if I read a really good review of a bad movie, it means that I can't review it. Why? Because how can I contribute when Roger Ebert says, A frothing mad film that thrashes against its very sprocket holes in an attempt to bash its brains out against the projector. It seems designed to punish the audience for buying tickets. Or when the reviewer from the SF Chronicle pinpoints the thing that I would hate most about the movie: The plot isn't intellectually challenging as much as it is confusing, and yet the big twist is completely telegraphed. Ritchie has created a movie that is patronizingly obvious one minute and impenetrable the next. Fortunately there is no shortage of bad movies to say funny things about. There's always 'In The Name of the King...'
...brief notes on new snacks...
Why, while I'm trying to diet, did Alexis discover strawberry flavored malted milk balls?
And then there's the 'sports' version of flav-or-ice, with electolytes. Just what everyone wants, a salty popsicle. I only ate 3 of them.