Dogsitting and a review
I finally found what the people I'm dogsitting at considered my payment. The dogs had started to eat it and it was bundled up in their bedding. We agreed to $60 a night, they paid me $28 a night. Called my friend and then their cousin, who I know. The cousin is going to speak to them about this.
As it is, what they deemed fair paid for a tank of gas, my allergy meds (I'm allergic to cats and they have 6) and food to eat out because they have no microwave and everything is all natural and in bits so it takes forever to cook. I'm not coming home from work and then trying to figure out what I can make from all the unlabeled jars and canisters. (an example from last night... is that salt or sugar? *sprinkles some on a plate* Oh, it's sugar! Good thing I didn't put that on my potato.)
The thing I don't get is that these people own a fairly successful "landmark" restaurant in downtown Tucson, so it's not like they don't have the money. Oh well, so I cut out all the perks and the animals are getting basic care, instead.
I watched Boondock Saints last night.
Gritty and interesting for the most part. The actors kept their accents throughout 99% of the movie. Sean Patrick Flanery lost his for a bit in the big finale courtroom thingy but other than that, kudos on that.
Sean Patrick Flanery and Norman Reedus created sympathetic characters that truly believe they were doing good for the world by weeding out the mobsters and criminals. I could identify with the want for what they were doing.
The scene in the church was a bit off. They had an interpretation of the Reading before the Reading itself or they had two different interpretations of the Reading. Wasn't quite sure which but it was off. I also don't know any Catholic that wears their Rosary at any and all times. In fact, growing up and all throughout CCD and such, we were emphatically told you do not wear your Rosary as a piece of jewelry. Maybe that's just my experience?
There's a time for praying the Rosary and it isn't during a Mass. Mass is for interpretation and participation in the faith, not for personal atonement. There is time before and after Mass. Heck, there's even time built in after receiving the Eucharist to pray, though it's supposed to be a time of contemplation as well.
I liked the "symbology" of the church and the tattoos and the rosary, though. For me, it said that they felt they'd done so many things that they constantly needed to atone even before they went on their killing spree. I also really liked the pennies thing though I would have liked to see it at every crime scene, not just the one.
I didn't quite get where all they were living for the most part. I mean, I got the flop flat, I got the hooker's apartment but after that? I just got confused.
Rocco annoyed the piss out of me. Seriously, just SO annoying. He was a moron and a hothead. He had no fucking concept of how to play it cool and he kept escalating crap all over the place. I just found him so stupid. He wasn't very funny, at all.
The brothers were fun and hot. Did I mention that they were hot because they were. If you're going to slash two hot brothers, make 'em Irish and tattooed and Catholic. OMG, these boys? I said to ficlette last night... I'll be in the middle of a McManus brother sandwich any time. Norman Reedus can be in the middle. Sean Patrick Flanery can be in the middle. I don't care, I just want these two guys in my bed stat.
I didn't mind the violence or the graphicness of said violence. What I minded was the stupid plot twist of The Duke being their father. That was lame with a capital LAME. The courtroom scene was also fairly dumb. I kept thinking, who the fuck would do that? Take him out on the steps, you asshats. Kill the mobster guy on the steps of the courthouse and make a big scene. Why would you go in there with your faces showing and everything? YOU MORONS, they're going to totally know who you are now.
The only thing uglier than Willem Defoe as a gay FBI agent in this movie was Willem Defoe as a cross-dressing gay FBI agent. He was not an attractive woman and that writhing on the bathroom had me going WTF EWWWWWWWWW. How many gay stereotypes can we fit into one character? Opera loving? Check. Mincing steps? Check. Cross dressing? Check. Aggressive to the straight boys? Check. Interior Decorating jokes? Check. Promiscuous? Check.
The credits were interesting with the interviews. I especially loved Ben Affleck as the basketball playing Saints supporter. That had me pointing and giggling. It did remind me, a little, of the interview sequence in Natural Born Killers, though.
However, the good far outweighed the bad for this movie. I liked it and will now be looking to purchase the super-dooper-all-sorts-of-new-shit-added director's cut special edition version.
9 out of 10
As it is, what they deemed fair paid for a tank of gas, my allergy meds (I'm allergic to cats and they have 6) and food to eat out because they have no microwave and everything is all natural and in bits so it takes forever to cook. I'm not coming home from work and then trying to figure out what I can make from all the unlabeled jars and canisters. (an example from last night... is that salt or sugar? *sprinkles some on a plate* Oh, it's sugar! Good thing I didn't put that on my potato.)
The thing I don't get is that these people own a fairly successful "landmark" restaurant in downtown Tucson, so it's not like they don't have the money. Oh well, so I cut out all the perks and the animals are getting basic care, instead.
I watched Boondock Saints last night.
Gritty and interesting for the most part. The actors kept their accents throughout 99% of the movie. Sean Patrick Flanery lost his for a bit in the big finale courtroom thingy but other than that, kudos on that.
Sean Patrick Flanery and Norman Reedus created sympathetic characters that truly believe they were doing good for the world by weeding out the mobsters and criminals. I could identify with the want for what they were doing.
The scene in the church was a bit off. They had an interpretation of the Reading before the Reading itself or they had two different interpretations of the Reading. Wasn't quite sure which but it was off. I also don't know any Catholic that wears their Rosary at any and all times. In fact, growing up and all throughout CCD and such, we were emphatically told you do not wear your Rosary as a piece of jewelry. Maybe that's just my experience?
There's a time for praying the Rosary and it isn't during a Mass. Mass is for interpretation and participation in the faith, not for personal atonement. There is time before and after Mass. Heck, there's even time built in after receiving the Eucharist to pray, though it's supposed to be a time of contemplation as well.
I liked the "symbology" of the church and the tattoos and the rosary, though. For me, it said that they felt they'd done so many things that they constantly needed to atone even before they went on their killing spree. I also really liked the pennies thing though I would have liked to see it at every crime scene, not just the one.
I didn't quite get where all they were living for the most part. I mean, I got the flop flat, I got the hooker's apartment but after that? I just got confused.
Rocco annoyed the piss out of me. Seriously, just SO annoying. He was a moron and a hothead. He had no fucking concept of how to play it cool and he kept escalating crap all over the place. I just found him so stupid. He wasn't very funny, at all.
The brothers were fun and hot. Did I mention that they were hot because they were. If you're going to slash two hot brothers, make 'em Irish and tattooed and Catholic. OMG, these boys? I said to ficlette last night... I'll be in the middle of a McManus brother sandwich any time. Norman Reedus can be in the middle. Sean Patrick Flanery can be in the middle. I don't care, I just want these two guys in my bed stat.
I didn't mind the violence or the graphicness of said violence. What I minded was the stupid plot twist of The Duke being their father. That was lame with a capital LAME. The courtroom scene was also fairly dumb. I kept thinking, who the fuck would do that? Take him out on the steps, you asshats. Kill the mobster guy on the steps of the courthouse and make a big scene. Why would you go in there with your faces showing and everything? YOU MORONS, they're going to totally know who you are now.
The only thing uglier than Willem Defoe as a gay FBI agent in this movie was Willem Defoe as a cross-dressing gay FBI agent. He was not an attractive woman and that writhing on the bathroom had me going WTF EWWWWWWWWW. How many gay stereotypes can we fit into one character? Opera loving? Check. Mincing steps? Check. Cross dressing? Check. Aggressive to the straight boys? Check. Interior Decorating jokes? Check. Promiscuous? Check.
The credits were interesting with the interviews. I especially loved Ben Affleck as the basketball playing Saints supporter. That had me pointing and giggling. It did remind me, a little, of the interview sequence in Natural Born Killers, though.
However, the good far outweighed the bad for this movie. I liked it and will now be looking to purchase the super-dooper-all-sorts-of-new-shit-added director's cut special edition version.
9 out of 10