Clive Owen @ MindSay

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1.  Colin Farrell (DUH)

 

 

2) Clive Owen

 

 

3) D.B. Woodside

 

 

4) Lenny Kravitz

 

 

5) Jeff Goldblum -- I know, it's weird, but I've always had a thing for him.

 

Nasty and violent, but what the hayyyy.

7/10... would be 8/10, but way too nasty, you are warned.

Well, the thing is all three leads are good, but what is the movie about (I was thinking before I saw the movie)!?!?!?!? I heard the trailer is NOT explanatory.  I only saw the preview and had a chance to see it. Let me say that it is sensational.  Not to be recommended to the parents ;)

This past weekend......YACK! Just dreadful.

Well, dreadful in the sense that I spent 80% of it doing absolutely nothing. No softball, no golf, no nothing.

On a high note, I bought a few things. The new Megadeth album United Abominations. I quite like it. I think it's better than the last album and pretty solid throughout. I also bought the new Chevelle album Vena Sera because I heard the song Anti-Saint in the game MLB 07 about 50 million times and I couldn't get it out of my head. I haven't decided how I feel about the rest of the album yet though. So far, it's OK. Yep, I'm a hippo crit.

Oh yeah, I also did something amazingly stupid and bought a Playstation 3. I convinced myself that I needed to play MLB 07: The Show in high definition and because I got almost $200 in store credit at Gamestop due to the weekend's super PS3 deal, I got one relatively cheap. I'm a complete sucker for silly details like flapping jerseys and 3D modeled crowds that react to foul balls. Next up, NBA 07 so I can take Kobe's punk ass to the hoop like only an out-of-shape honkey can in his bedroom.

I did also watch some movies to pass the time. I got the original Nosferatu from Netflix and while it definitely had some moments of pure hilarity, it was way too slow and corny to really appreciate. Perhaps I'm unmoved by much of horror at this point because the gore and violence has become too pedestrian and this, in turn, has caused me to really find most of the "classic" stuff extremely slow and boring. If I could re-edit Nosferatu too just include the parts where Dracula is on screen, it would probably be an amazing movie, albeit 20 minutes long....tops.

Next, The Office. Yes, I have watched Season 2 about 50 million times but the show is like heroin for me. Everything about it makes me less angry, bitter, whatever else. In the same way The Simpsons has, I find new things I like every time I watch an episode again.

Third, Greenfingers with Clive Owen and Helen Mirren. I'll basically watch anything with Clive Owen because he whomps. This was a pretty interesting British indie flick where Owen is a con that takes up gardening in prison and eventually enters a piece in the largest garden show in England. It is apparently based on a true story and it was well done.

Last, I capped off a blah weekend with the Arnold classic Predator. I will fistfight anyone who denies this movie. OK, maybe not fistfight but I will rant and rave and stomp my feet like a 5 year old. If I saw Predator for the first time now, I'd probably still like it. It just rules. I can't explain exactly why. It just does.

So yeah, weekend = suck. Next weekend will probably suck too. I can't wait.

Saturday night we went to see Children of Men with our friends Laura and Henry. Within the first 15-20 minutes, our pleasant vanilla vodka shot induced buzzes were completely GONE. By midpoint, I was so tense, my shoulders had creeped up to my ears, and Ray and I were crushing the bones in each other's hand to powder.

This was a really good film, and I highly recommend it, but it is not the type of movie to see when you're interested in having a good time with your buddies, drinking and smoking and whatnot... We were all depressed afterwards, and spent an hour in the bar trying to recover from it.

See, we were victims of the media's LIES LIES LIES! Where the fuck was the uplifting ending??? That's why I hate commercials for movies, they're usually misleading. The studios put a slant on the film and sell it to the market they think it will appeal to...honestly, I would have seen this movie anyway if they had told the truth about the subject matter in the advertising.  But I wouldn't have chosen it as the movie to see on a Saturday night when I was trying to have a little fun!

The saving grace was Clive Owen, because every once in a while I could break out of the movie's meatgrinder to look at him and go "Now there's one sexy motherfucker!"