1.29.2008

Behind the Lens: Cloverfield

I was going to write a simple review of the film Cloverfield (which I saw a week ago, but have been wrestling with in my head since), but I could not quite pin down what I wanted to say. I liked the film, no doubts there. I could dare say I come close to loving the hell out of it. But I could not say exactly WHY. Then it hit me. I kept coming back to one line: "People will want to know. . . how it all went down." This one line says so much about the filmmakers' aims and goals, and simultaneously comments on the current direction of popular and media culture, and it echoes through much of the film both thematically and in specific scenes. So, here we are. Cloverfield as cultural lens.

The plot can be summarized thusly: Giant Monster Wrecks House in New York. Most else is superfluous, in the general "this is what happens" scheme of things. But, for sake of expansion of purpose, I'll elaborate a bit more. The movie purports to be "found footage", a "Digital SD card" (which is a bit of a misnomer, as the D in SD stands for digital) recovered by the US Department of Defense from the "site formerly known as 'Central Park'", referring to an incident known as "Cloverfield". So, from the start, there is a sense that something big has happened in New York, big enough to warrant the renaming of Central Park. (Also, Lost fans, there is a blip flash of the Dharma logo during the DoD watermark intro. Clue, or JJ Abrams fucking with people? U-DECIDE!) The "tape" proceeds to document the going-away party thrown for Rob, a young yuppie type who is going to Japan to take a high-profile marketing job, and is attended by a well-maintained balance of hipster stereotypes and ciphers, including Rob's brother Jason, Jason's girlfriend Lily, his friend "Hud" (who is the man behind the camera for the film, and serves as a sort of narrator [and is named for a first person video game term H.U.D., or "heads up display"]), Marlena, whom Hud has a thing for, and a whole host of nameless pretty people. Also attending is Beth, a girl whom Rob has been good friends with for a while, and, we find out through blips in the video which show the footage that was taped over for the party (and aftermath), whom he has recently slept with and then not called since. In the midst of all this dramadramadrama, a giant monster shows up and wrecks house in the city. There is panic, evacuations, deaths and deaths and deaths, 9/11 evocations, miniature parasitic creatures that are very reminiscent of the Xenomorphs from the Alien films and Bugs from Starship Troopers, bodily explosions, more deaths, and one VERY pissed off monster of unknown origin, species, and motives. Much destruction follows. And the camera is running intermittently through out. (One of the complaints from some is that the movie takes place over a 7 hour period, and there's no way the camera's battery lasts that long. Thing is, the camera is not running the whole time. The actual footage is only the 70+ minutes that makes up the film proper. So, the battery only really ran for a little over an hour. Myth: BUSTED.)

The thing I want to talk about though, revolves around a very specific scene right after the proverbial shit hits the proverbial fan. (This is what the first trailer for the film was, shown before Transformers without a title.) During the party, there is what seems to be an earthquake, and many of the kids gather on the roof of the building. A massive explosion happens in the distance and they all flee in a panic for the street, only to see the Statue of Liberty's head flying through the air and come to a rest in the street in front of the building. What happens is very interesting, and very of the moment: the minute it stops moving, onlookers come forward with camera phones and digital cameras (including the camera that provides the audience's POV) and begin to film the head.

That scene, plus the line mentioned above, combine to make a statement about modern society and how people in our culture deal with reality. Shakespeare said "All the world's a stage," and this attitude has been taken to the extreme now, as people need the lens of a camera to make things "real". Any given situation can be said to "be something like a movie" or "like something from TV," to the extent that people LIVE like they are characters in a film. People will not believe something that has not been filmed, analyzed, poked, prodded, and dissected ad nauseum. (And yes, I realize the irony of that statement in an essay analyzing a film. Fuck off, grasshopper.) Reality TV is only a small symptom of this, but it's the most obvious one. See also: celebrity gossip shows.

This plays into one of the major complaints people who dislike the movie have: the unlikability of the characters. The problem here is that I don't see the characters as being all that unlikable. We don't know them enough to like or dislike them. They are the barest of sketches, just enough so that we can feel bad about them getting killed or maimed, or to provide them with motivation for their actions later in the film. The problem here is that they are TOO real. Like mentioned before, there is an astonishing amount of people who act like they are the main character in a constantly filming movie of their life. While there is nothing wrong with this approach to life, it leads to somewhat of a disconnect with how they actually appear to be. I posit that if five random people were placed into the situation of Cloverfield, that they would not act significantly different than the actual characters of the film. People believe they are more interesting and significant in the grand scheme of life than they actually are, and can't see the irony of not finding other ordinary people uninteresting. A pair of ducks, yes.

I don't think this is where the interesting things about the film end. There is much to be said about the 9/11 parallels (and much has been said elsewhere, believe me), and the viral marketing behind the film was a thing of genius. As it stands, I also think there is a strange commentary on the film making process inherent in the film, whether intended by the filmmakers or not. All filmmakers have to, by definition, have the attitude that "People will want to know. . . how it all went down." Otherwise, what is the point of making a movie? The lens of the camera both records and reflects, and the focus isn't always what you think it is.

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8.22.2007

Movies A-Z, sucka.

I am returned! Again! Or rather, I have something to do here. Because Sleep Is Overrated, or some other such slogan-type phrase that I'm sure is more appropriate.

Anyway, this here is an A-Z list of movies I enjoy and love (leaving out the 4 major trilogies [SW, LotR, BttF, and Indy]), because I am in need of some sort of positivity, and lord knows I can't count on the day-to-day world to provide it on a fairly regular basis. So, without further ado:

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11.05.2006

V for Vendetta: anarchy vs. democracy


Dystopian futures in fiction often spring from conflict in society. Whether consciously or not, the writer taps into some vein of discontent and dissatisfaction that runs through the culture of the time and translates it into a skewed vision of the future. Often, this results in a vision of a totalitarian or authoritarian government, and the conflict that ensues from the struggle between concepts such as "personal freedom" and "security." V for Vendetta, written by Alan Moore with art by David Lloyd, is no exception to this. First published in the early 1980's, it was originally released in serialized "chapters" in Warrior, a UK magazine, and later picked up for re-release by the American publisher DC Comics. DC has since collected the entirety of the story in a trade paperback that is released under its "Vertigo" imprint, which is used for such non-superhero (and mature reader oreinted) works such as Neil Gaiman's Sandman and Preacher. In 2005, an adaptation was filmed for Warner Brothers studios (who own DC Comics) co-written and produced by Larry and Andy Wachowski, creators of the Matrix trilogy, and directed by James McTeigue. Released to theaters in March 2006 in the US, the adaptation was number one at the box office for its first weekend, and is generally considered to be a successful release financially.


The problems of adaptation arise when one attempts to translate a work from one format into another; in this case, from serialized sequential graphic art (or "comic book" form, as it is widely known) into a film format. The nature of the comic form brings with it unique problems from that of straight prose novels. The art of the piece lends itself to a very visual syle, which can benefit a filmmaker attempting to adapt it, as the "heavy lifting" of designing a visual look is done. But a large part of some comics (V for Vendetta included) is the juxtapostion of images on the page and the placement of the images within the individual panels. This is something that is less easily translated to film. Another of Alan Moore's works, Watchmen, which is considered by many critics and fans to be the Citizen Kane of comics, makes use of symbolic imagery and symmetry within the panel grid which would be impossible to translate onto film in any way. This is in addition to the normal problems of adaptation: anachronisms related to the time written versus the time filmed, plot points which work in a long form novel but which must be excised or compressed in a two-plus hour film, and themes which relate to the work as originally written but may not relate to the adaptor's view of what the work means. All these are in evidence in V for Vendetta the film, and all work to slightly change the meaning behind the story from that which Alan Moore originally intended.


One of the immediate changes made is that the film opens with a recreation and explanation of the Gunpowder Plot perpetrated by Guy Fawkes. The character of V's look, in both book and film, is supposed to be reminiscent of Fawkes, down to the mask he wears be a Guy Fawkes mask, so the sequence is not entirely out of place. The movie was made for American audiences, most of whom are not familiar with the legend of Guy Fawkes, and thus the connection between his actions (a plot to blow up Parliament) and V's planned actions is explicitly stated. The problem with this is that V's character in the book is NOT Fawkes-like, other than in his explosion of Parliament. In the book, V is an anarchist. He states as much, declaring his love of anarchy in a scene not in the movie, where he has a "conversation" with a statue of the lady Justice. He has a full back and forth dialogue with himself, representing both his own person and Justice, his former love, which culminates in his revelation that "there's someone else now . . . Her name is Anarchy and she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did!" (Moore 40-41) He then leaves a small package, looking like the traditional heart-shaped box of chocolates, at the foot of the statue, which subsequently explodes. The last panel of the page is a close-up of V turning to the "camera", and saying "The flames of freedom. How lovely. How just.
Ahh, my precious Anarchy . . . 'O beauty, 'til now I never knew thee.'" (Moore 41) The end quote comes from Shakespeare's Henry VIII, act i, sc. iv. In his series of essays on the adaptation of V for Vendetta to film, Peter Sanderson refers to an interview with Moore where he stated "'I was just using Guy Fawkes as a symbol, without really any references to the historical Guy Fawkes. It was the bonfire night Guy Fawkes I was referencing, with the at the time easily available Guy Fawkes masks.'" Sanderson than goes on to state that "In Moore's series Fawkes thus becomes a symbol. If the fascists have taken over England, and the government has become the enemy, then Fawkes, the enemy of the government, becomes a freedom fighter. V impersonates a villain of British history, thus taking on the role of the devil, to fight for a noble cause." The film's connecting Fawkes so blatantly to V is thus not something intended by the text. In addition, the deletion of the Lady Justice scene from the story, and thus eliminating V's declared love of anarchy, takes out of the story one of the reasons V gives for blowing up Parliament, which is, as stated by Peter Sanderson, that "V seems to be arguing that this version of Justice has forfeited his allegiance by becoming linked with totalitarian rule; that is how he justifies blowing up the statue and the Old Bailey." The symbols of the old system (Parliament, the Old Bailey, Downing Street) must be torn down and destroyed, as does the system itself.


Another change, seemingly small, made to the text by the filmmakers is the age of Evey Hammond, the main protagonist, other than V, who is played by Natalie Portman in the movie. In the beginning of the book, Evey is 16, and attempting to solicit herself as a prostitute, as her income as a ward of the state is too meager to live on and she sees no other way to make money. Her naievety is apparent, as the first person she approaches turns out to be a "Fingerman," or policeman. The man, with his associates (also Fingermen), attempts to assault Evey, until she is rescued by V, who dispatches the men, including killing one with an explosive device, all while quoting Shakespeare's Macbeth. This begins V's arc of teaching, torturing, and training Evey, to the point that by the end of the book, she has taken his place willingly, in dress if not in method, and thus completes the book's statement of V as a symbol, undying and perpetually moving through history. She rejects V's passion for violence and death, but embraces his cause of anarchy and self-guidance. The movie, though, moves Evey's age up a few years, making her in her early twenties. She works at a television station, and is, while not well off, living well enough to have her own apartment. She leaves her apartment to meet Gordon, a television personality, for a date, in defiance of the curfew that covers London. She is stopped by Fingermen, and the scene unfolds much like the scene from the book. The change of Evey's age means that, in the words of Marc Singer from his essay "V and Virtuality," "Evey is a more adult character now . . . more mature, less vulnerable, and not especially looking for a father figure anymore; she never quite helps V in any premeditated way (until the very end), even working against him at one point in a vain attempt to pry herself out of his clutches." Whereas Evey in the book is vulnerable, and a mess psychologically (not helped by V's tactics and treatment of her through the story), looking for guidance, Evey in the movie is going along just to get along. As Singer says, "that greater confidence means Evey can reject V in no uncertain terms after his worst crimes are revealed. This is more morally palatable for us and better for Evey, but it's worse for the plot as it means she never sticks around to learn the tricks of V's trade, or to denounce his methods once she does." The implication throughout the film (and in one scene, stated plainly) is that Evey loves V in a romantic way, one which is less muddled with abandonement and father issues. Whether this was a natural extension of the story that the filmmakers saw as necessary, or a concession to the American audiences apparent need for a love story in every film, one may never be sure.


As just stated, Evey in the movie is not shown to be carrying on V's legacy as an individual symbol. This spot is taken by the crowd scene towards the end of the film, where the people of the city are shown marching to Parliament wearing the Guy Fawkes masks, wigs, hats, and capes which are identical to V's. This scene is not in the book, and in fact the book has the people of the city taking part in a violent anarchic riot orchestrated by V as a crucible to turn London into the true anarchic society he sees as ideal. This change is enormous, and is fact shifts the focus of V's vendetta, plot and victory from that of a society based in anarchy to a reformed democracy. Towards the end of the book, when all of V's machinations near their climax, he leads Evey on one final tour through his home, the Shadow Gallery, all while discussing anarchy and its aims. "Anarchy wears two faces, both Creator and Destroyer," he says, "Thus Destroyers topple empires; make a canvas of clean rubble where Creators can then build a better world. Rubble, once achieved, makes further ruins' means irrelevant." This speech underscores V's view of anarchy as a creating element. V, in his pirate broadcast on the television station earlier in the book, castigates the people of England for bowing to the government for so long, and thus makes the anarchic riot justified, as in his view, it is the people taking back what was taken from them. The Chancellor, Adam Susan, is assassinated by a common person, a woman whose husband was actually killed by V. Thus is born a society based in anarchic principles, one in which elements are torn down, only to be rebuilt as better from within, which is carried through the end, where the people of London riot and overthrow the
fascist government which has oppressed them. We are never shown the end results, or the after-effects, as the book ends with the riot still in progress. The implication (or hope of V, rather) is that a self-governing society results, with every man representing himself. The film, though, has a different message. The Chancellor, Adam Sutler (played by John Hurt, in what must be a conscious parallel to his role in 1984), is killed by one of his own men, in a situation set up and witnessed by V. As said in an essay on V for Vendetta on the Howling Curmudgeons blog, "That's a reasonably significant difference, because it tends to say that an evil government's undoing is itself, with the result that you don't need to act, you can just wait." The masks and costumes worn by the crowd at the end of the film were sent out by V to the people, reinforcing this view that the change comes from elsewhere, not from within the self. The people can choose to act or not, yes, but the idea to do so came from elsewhere, and was orchestrated and takes place whether those people who received the costumes marched or not. The fact that they chose to en masse is irrelevant; V's pirate broadcast (fairly intact in the film) still applies, as the people have just supplanted one leader symbol (the fascist Norse Fire government) with another (V). The film ends on a note of hope, with the destruction of Parliament and the hopeful looks on the faces of Evey and Finch (a policeman who's arc in the book mimics V's, but in the movie is just V's opposite number of sorts), but it is a false hope, as the same uncertainty which is within the book's ending is prevalent in the film as well, just without the real change of the riot and power struggle taking place in London in the book.


These small changes effect the story in large ways, and there are many changes which have gone unstated as well. The target audiences of the book and film are slightly different, and the time in which each were written are of definite influence. The original serialized form of the book was written in 1981, and, as Moore states in his introduction to the graphic novel collection, "the historical background of the story proceeds from a predicted Conservative defeat in the 1982 General Election . . . It's 1988 now. Margaret Thatcher is entering her third term of office and talking confidently of an unbroken Conservative leadership . . . It's cold and it's mean spirited and I don't like it here anymore." The book was written in an environment of oppressive government and near fascism, which lends itself to the setting and feeling the story evokes. On the other hand, the film was made by American filmmakers in 2005, with the Republican government in charge of the US constantly redefining the powers of the presidency and getting the country engulfed in wars over abstract ideas and false promises. As film reviewer Devin Faraci of Chud.com says in his essay on the film, "It's shocking that a film like V for Vendetta, in which the hero can be described in no other terms but terrorist, has been made by a major movie studio, which is itself a part of a major, world-dominating corporation." The labeling of V as a terrorist in the film is a very deliberate usage, meant to evoke images of 9/11 and Al Quaeda in the minds of viewers, and the fact that V is, in most ways, justifiable in his actions can challenge people to perhaps rethink their views of those we automatically label as "enemies." This is where the film succeeds in its depiction. The book is about the triumph of anarchy over oppressive order. The film is about the power of the people's voice over the voice of the few in power, as exemplified by what is seen by many as the film's tagline: "People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people."

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10.30.2006

kill the big pig, kill the big pig.


William Golding's Lord of the Flies is a literary classic, no questions there. It has been countlessly ripped off and parodied in movies and television, but there has actually not been a whole lot of direct adaptations. The only two I am aware of are the 1963 British production directed by Peter Brook, and the 1990 American production directed by Harry Hook. And, in my estimation, Peter Brook's interpretation is superior to Harry Hook's version.

Though both have merits and flaws, and are both products of the enviornment and culture in which they were made, Brook's adaptation is the greater, due to its use of symbolism, its closer following of the text, and of the choice to film in black and white. The cinematography evidenced in the Hook version was competent, but did not display the same use of framing and juxtaposition that Brook did, and its use of color, while more suitable for the time in which it was filmed, allowed the film to take shortcuts in representation that Brook did not have access to. For example, in the scene where the boys first start a fire, Hook's film used the bright red fire as a signifier on the screen, its color automatically announcing itself as an important element. The color red stands out when presented as a single element, and the contrast between the boys, the sky, and the fire was clear. Brook's film had no such advantage, being in black and white (or grey-scale). The contrast had to be shown through varying the brightness of the image, and Brook (or his cinematographer) made the interesting choice to up the contrast of the fire against the other elements on-screen, so that it appeared as a large amount of negative space. Symbolically, and taken within the context of the novel, this is more interesting, as the fire, while important for their continuing life, can also be destructive and be a force for taking away life.

The main difference, though, and the one from which a lot of minor differences can be extrapolated, is the choice of Hook (or, more likely, the producers who hired him) to make the boys on the island from an American military camp. The language and attitudes of the boys in the novel, especially towards the beginning, are steeped in the British school system of the time, and changing that element fundamentally changes the prior relationships of the boys. Ralph is no longer made leader due to his more "take charge" attitude (as in Brook's film), he's made leader because he already was one in the cadet corps. Jack, who is shown as more of a totalitarian leader-in-training in Brook, becomes the "bad kid" in Hook's, sent to military school for some unknown offense. This predilection to anarchy and violence in Hook's film makes his descent into tribalism and savagery less effective, as he was already that way before they ever came to the island.

As said previous, there is good and bad in both films, but Brook's vision seems truer to Golding's original novel. Its such a product of its time and setting, that moving the story to a different era and millieu fundamentally damages the plot, and sends it off on tangents that do not benefit the story. Brook's film is the superior. What do you think, Stephen?

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6.22.2006

All glory.

I've been watching a lot of Simpsons and Futurama on DVD the past month or so, and I have established that the greatest character on either show is

The Hypnotoad.

He is a toad who hypnotizes people to do its bidding. And all it seems to do in its appearances on Futurama is: A) win a dog/assorted pet show, and B) star in a tv show called "Everyone Loves the Hypnotoad."

This, my friends, is GENIUS.

Anyway, in other news, I have (since my last entry) seen X-men 3 and Nacho Libre. The less said of X3 the better, since I don't think there's enough bandwidth on the Blogger servers to cover the length of the rant I would unleash about that pile of shite if I wanted to. But quite frankly, I don't have the energy and there's not enough time in the day to waste on it. Nacho Libre, on the other hand, is a concise piece of entertainment. While not quite the greatest motion picture ever conceived that I claimed when I first heard of it, the movie is sweet, and definitely in the same vein as Napoleon Dynamite, the director's previous film. (Though I still believe Jack Black as a Mexican wrestling friar is a genius concept.) It left me with a slight smile and warm feelings, and really, isn't that enough? Not every movie needs to change the world, nor be a huge blowout of epic proportions.


SO yes. I am currently: listening to the Decemberists, watching Futurama and Arrested Development, and reading The Baroque Cycle and Watchmen. As should all of you. And if you disagree, just remember

Grant Morrison is watching you.

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5.19.2006

The Da Vinci Code


And now, a quick review:

A perfectly mediocre piece of entertainment, The Da Vinci Code manages to make the book (which I despised for its leaden prose, artificial cliffhangers, and appallingly bad language usage) somewhat more coherent, but at the same time it is so dreadfully dull that the only way I got through the movie without tearing out my hair was to make jokes to my significant other about the name "Bezu Fache" and how Robert Langdon is Batman. Tom Hanks spends the majority of the movie standing around looking befuddled or getting knocked around, until required for exposition delivery. Audrey Tatou looks radiant, as usual, but isn't required to do a whole lot either. Paul Bettany is scary and religious, OOOOHHH!!! (makes scary hand motions) The only person who seems to have any life or verve in the movie is Sir Ian McKellan, and thats because he's Gandalf and fought the MOTHERFUCKING BALROG. The plot, such as it is, moves insanely fast in the first half hour, then slows down to about the speed of glass moving, and actually climaxes about 45 minutes before the movie ends. Actually, I think the movie is still running, and in fact HASN'T ended and will never end, and in some bizarre application of the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle, will continue as long as it is not directly observed not running.

If you shut your brain off, I'm sure the film can be enjoyed immensely, and I'm pretty confident that the movie will make huge amounts of cash for all involved, but its inspired me to write a huge treatise/rant on the dumbing down of pop-culture and the concept of mediocrity as acceptable in all forms of society. I was jokingly told that I am full of so much anger about something so trivial, but the fact is, its not trivial. Pop culture is a reflection of society's mores and values, and an acceptance of mediocrity and inanity leads to the general decay in intellectual discussion and an adherence to a policy of apathy in all affairs. Hence, Bush Administration.

Or maybe thats just how I see it.

In any event, the movie was, in cinematic metaphors, not "White Chicks" bad, but it was nowhere near "Lord of the Rings" levels of bliss. See it, don't see it, I don't care. Its not the worst movie coming out this summer. (That's Little Man.)

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3.17.2006

V for Vendetta

a brief movie review:
(***spoilers, duh***)


"Remember, remember the 5th of November, the Gun-Powder Treason and Plot.
I know of no reason, the Gun-Powder Treason, should ever be forgot."


The film is good, but not great, and quite frankly, not V for Vendetta the book at all. It takes some of the main moments from the books and gets there differently, almost like a cliffs notes/cover version. FATE is not existent, the back story of why people were in Larkhill and what they were doing is elaborated upon, most of the subplots have been excised, and the end, while similar in spirit and sentiment, is in some ways VERY different.

What was good: Hugo Weaving, Hugo Weaving, Hugo Weaving. Wow, the man just IS V. The torture scenes with Evey were note-perfect. John Hurt as the Chancellor was suitably full of fire and brimstone and fascism. The movie had its heart in the right place.

What wasn't so good: Natalie Portman's accent. Sorry, baby, I still love you, though. The pacing was slightly... "disjointed", I think is the right word. Some of the changes made seemed arbitrary and clumsy in comparison to the book. Switching the blowing up of Parliament from the beginning to the end might provide a nice climax image, but still seems odd to me. Can't quite figure why. AND the major complaint I have and maybe this is in the book and I just haven't been able to pick up on it, but I recall the "love" between V and Evey being strictly PLATONIC. I don't remember any romantic sentiments from the book, I always have taken it more as a familial type love. Maybe I'm wrong, but it seemed so odd in the movie.

Anyway, overall, a good popcorn picture, with some ideas behind it, which these days is unusual in and of itself. I'd say 3.5 out of 5 stars.

"A revolution without dancing is one hardly worth having at all."

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3.07.2006

Three quick hits.

Three short opinions:

  1. Crash was boring and undeserving of Best Picture. That is all I have to say about the Oscars.
  2. PIERRE, S.D. - Gov. Mike Rounds signed legislation Monday that would ban most abortions in South Dakota, a law he acknowledged would be tied up in court for years while the state challenges the 1973 U.S. Supreme Court decision that legalized abortion. The bill would make it a crime for doctors to perform an abortion unless the procedure was necessary to save the woman's life. It would make no exception for cases of rape or incest. Planned Parenthood, which operates the state's only abortion clinic, in Sioux Falls, immediately pledged to challenge the measure. The challenge could either be in court or by petition signatures to refer the measure to a statewide ballot in which voters would be asked to repeal the abortion ban. "We fully intend to challenge this law," said Kate Looby, state director of Planned Parenthood. "It's just a question of how."

    Good luck with that. Roe v Wade is getting chipped away bit by bit, starting now. I'm moving to Canada at my earliest convenience, because once one freedom goes down, the rest fall that much easier...

  3. Writer's Block does not exist. The only thing that blocks you from writing is yourself. I might expound upon this in the future (jeez, how many times have I said THAT in this blog?). But as it stands, if you feel like you don't have anything to write about, or can't think of anything to write, WRITE ANYWAY. Because it's when you stop writing, that you truly ARE blocked. Writing can only be accomplished by actually doing it. I've been writing constantly the past week; not all of it has been blog-(or even public-) worthy, but I've been doing it, so as not to let my hands become "cold", so to speak. JUST WRITE. The rest will take care of itself.

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2.24.2006

to hell with X3

Holy.
Shit.

That is all I have to say about that.

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2.14.2006

Special.


This movie looks really good.

I get a kind of PI plus Eternal Sunshine plus A Beautiful Mind feel from it.
And by that, I mean the good parts of all of them.

Check out the trailer here.

Trust me.

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2.07.2006

DEAR GOD YES!!!!

BASK in the majesty of what is possibly the GREATEST MOTION PICTURE EVER CONCEIVED!

Nacho fucking Libre.


Jack Black as a mexican wrestler? Sweet jesus. Why didn't I think of this?


Watch the Trailer here, then tell me that doesn't look like genius.

And you won't.
Because you'd be wrong if you did, and I would dropkick you. In the face. While setting you on fire.
Nacho says, "Thumbs up."

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