Friday was a day filled with many movies. Three movies, to be exact. All three were enjoyable, but only one was good.
District 9 is good. It is very good. I need to see it again before I call it great. Because it was not quite the film I expected. I'm not sure what I expected, but...
Whatever. This film offers up so much. It is several films in one. It's a mockumentary, an action film, a sci fi flick, a buddy pick, a horror film, and on and on and on. And it does all of this stuff well. Mayhap I or you may have wanted more of one than the film provided, but that is more our problem than the film's.
Plus there's a fair bit of black comedy and social commentary. This film does so much, it is really quite impressive. As are the effects. This whole film is handheld, with a loose, rough look and feel. And the effects are seamless. Blows GI Joe out of the water.
As does the acting. The lead is just great, he is asked to do a lot and he does it all. And does it well. Compare how he starts off the film, to how he ends up. That's a hell of an ark. Hell, that's several arks. And he is not always likable, he doesn't always do the right thing.
I want to write more, I want to talk about all kinds of little details, but I won't. Because I know there will be no end of opportunities to do so. This is a film that people will talk about. Not just for the effects or what no, but for the strange places the story goes to, the ideas underneath it all.
The idea underneath The Wicker Man, is creepy. I can see it working as a great suspense film. I hear tell the original is just such a beast. But the Nic Cage remake is not. Not at all. It is funny though.
The last half the film is just crazy silly. The problem is that you have to get through the first half of the film. Which is remarkable only in how poorly it sets the mood. It tries for dread but only ends up with odd. There all sorts of choices made here that I do not understand. Shot choices, editing choices, script choices. Then Nic cage spends the night in a flooded crypt.
When he emerges, he puts on his crazy pants. And the film goes from odd to nutty.
I enjoyed the film, but not the way intended. I want to see the original, because I'm sure it will creep me out.
Like I mentioned above, there were a lot of questionable choices made in the making of The Wicker Man. But I do not question that the people involved made said choices for no reason. There was a plan, a purpose. It was just horribly misguided. I don't think the makers ofStreet Fighter: The Legend of Chun Lihad any sort of plan. The whole thing is just inept.
Laughable. There is nothing good about this film. Which is the only thing that is good about the film. The sets look like sets. The slums look like a nice outdoor market. The teeming mass of humanity that I'm sure they were aiming for look like a small crowd of extras. The actors look like kids playing dress up.
The whole thing comes across like a bad pilot for a crappy television series.
Just did a quick search over at IMDB. District 9 had the smallest budget by far. Just goes to show that passion and talent and attention to detail sometimes actually pay off.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
GI Joe is Better Than Transformers ROTF
I always want to call it Transformers ROFL. Except that film elicited no laughter from me. Which is the main reason why I prefer GI Joe. Itall a matter of tone.
Transformers is way too far up its own ass. Michael Bay has never not made a B movie. Except he doesn't know how to make a B movie. He makes silly genre films without the silliness.
This is how he approaches Transformers (please read the following in deadly serious monotone). This is the most important story about alien robots that transform into vehicles ever. Sometimes they don't even transform into vehicles, but people or ball bearings, and this is also very important. Sam's mother ate some pot brownies, this is seriously funny. These are the most important sweaty boobs running in slow motion in front of explosions in the history of forever.
And he works so hard at being so serious. Everything is sweaty and turned up to 11. And it just puts me off. It's like that scene in Total Recall when Arnold Schwarzenegger shoots that guy in the head because he sweats.
Stephen Sommers, however, may well be incapable of making anything but B movies. And I think he is totally fine with that. And so am I. He has made one truly awful film, Van Helsing, but he also made Deep Rising which just tickles me every time I see it.
Stephen knows what he is working with and works with it. Crazy concept, I know.
GI Joe eh? We'll need cool vehicles and guns and lasers that go pew pew and big battles and chases and swords. And hot chicks. And maybe I can have a scene where one of the hot chicks runs on a treadmill. Yeah, that would be cool. And Snake Eyes and Storm shadow have to fight lots, we can even have flashbacks to them fighting when they were kids, yeah that would be cool. And we'll give some of the Joes super suits so they can do even cooler stuff than usual.
It's just a light and fluffy concoction. And you don't really mind when some of the parts don't add up because it's just a light and fluffy concoction.
The chicks are hot, things blow up and it never ever stops moving forward. That Wayans brother isn't even all that annoying in this. That takes some skill.
The one area where Transformers trumps Joe is in the visuals. Transformers looks much better. A lot of the effects work in Joe looks rushed and somewhat sloppy. Bay's films have always looked shiny and artificial, so the giant robots fit right in.
Transformers is way too far up its own ass. Michael Bay has never not made a B movie. Except he doesn't know how to make a B movie. He makes silly genre films without the silliness.
This is how he approaches Transformers (please read the following in deadly serious monotone). This is the most important story about alien robots that transform into vehicles ever. Sometimes they don't even transform into vehicles, but people or ball bearings, and this is also very important. Sam's mother ate some pot brownies, this is seriously funny. These are the most important sweaty boobs running in slow motion in front of explosions in the history of forever.
And he works so hard at being so serious. Everything is sweaty and turned up to 11. And it just puts me off. It's like that scene in Total Recall when Arnold Schwarzenegger shoots that guy in the head because he sweats.
Stephen Sommers, however, may well be incapable of making anything but B movies. And I think he is totally fine with that. And so am I. He has made one truly awful film, Van Helsing, but he also made Deep Rising which just tickles me every time I see it.
Stephen knows what he is working with and works with it. Crazy concept, I know.
GI Joe eh? We'll need cool vehicles and guns and lasers that go pew pew and big battles and chases and swords. And hot chicks. And maybe I can have a scene where one of the hot chicks runs on a treadmill. Yeah, that would be cool. And Snake Eyes and Storm shadow have to fight lots, we can even have flashbacks to them fighting when they were kids, yeah that would be cool. And we'll give some of the Joes super suits so they can do even cooler stuff than usual.
It's just a light and fluffy concoction. And you don't really mind when some of the parts don't add up because it's just a light and fluffy concoction.
The chicks are hot, things blow up and it never ever stops moving forward. That Wayans brother isn't even all that annoying in this. That takes some skill.
The one area where Transformers trumps Joe is in the visuals. Transformers looks much better. A lot of the effects work in Joe looks rushed and somewhat sloppy. Bay's films have always looked shiny and artificial, so the giant robots fit right in.
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Two Movies in One Day
On Tuesday this past week I saw two movies. Because Tuesday is cheap movie day. I saw Transformers 2 in the morning and Funny People at night.
Obviously, these are two very different movies. The biggest difference being that one is actually good.
The fight scenes in this new Transformers are so much better than the first film. It is still not all that easy to tell who is who, but what they are doing to each other is easy to follow and just plain cool looking. These robots know kung fu.
But I don't know how much Michael Bay had to do with these scenes. It doesn't seem like his style. Not enough cuts, the camera is pulled back.
I have a theory about Michael Bay: he is not a very confident director. That explains the quick cuts. Hey look, this is cool, and so is this, and this is too, HEY LOOK OVER HERE AT THIS COOL THING, it goes BOOOOOOOOM. He is not sure what the audience might like, so he shows us everything all the time. No pace, no mood, just BOOM.
Everything boom, everything shiny or sweaty, everything either too fast or slowed down. And when there is something dramatic going on, put that camera low and circle it around whatever it is that is supposed to be dramatic.
And don't get me started on his comedy. Michael Bay has no clue when it comes to comedy, which is sad because he crammed this flick full of his shitty humour. It drips flop sweat. Going back to the confidence theory, he has no faith in the jokes so he has the actors say the lines louder and faster.
And he just shift in and out of comedy. He shifts in and out of everything. Character come and go as the script dictates. Notice that I did not say plot. People show up for no reason, people do stuff counter-intuitive to the plot, or their character or both.
Here is where I spoil the end of the film. There is a big scene between Sam and his parents where he tells his dad that he has to let go. He has to run away and let Sam do what he has to do. Which would be a call back to a scene earlier in the movie, except the earlier scene was played for laugh and it was about the mother having trouble letting go. So the parents flee. They run away. They let Sam go. Sam says the same thing to his hot girlfriend but she sez "nuh-uh" and he sez "okay" and then they run together in slow motion.
Then Sam dies. And his parents are right fucking there for some reason.
Then Sam comes back to life and then some Transformer sacrifices his life to give Optimus Prime a power-up. Optimus Prime kills the bad guys and then just shrugs off the power-up/fallen comrade without a second thought.
To recap: fight scenes good, everything else is absolute shit. And I don't even want to get started on the ghetto-bots.
Funny People is the good film, in case you were wondering. In this film funny people do funny things. And these same funny people are sometimes mean people or selfish people and they do selfish things or mean things.
Which is a nice change from most films. Like Apatow's previous films, this is a messy film. There are plot threads that fall by the wayside, others that go around and around in circles.
It's nice, but also sometimes frustrating. A "Why did they do this, instead of that?" kind of thing. For me, personally, I wanted more behind the scenes stuff. The craft of comedy. It's in there, but I wanted more. Could have done with less of the third act romance. Or have it better integrated into the rest of the film. Having it be it's own distinct chunk, and that chunk being the end of the film was not the best move.
But the funny stuff? Funny. The polar opposite of Transformers. Funny stuff is said off offhandedly, just floated out there into the conversation. Loved that.
Still, there was a good half hour of fat that could be trimmed from the running time. It could be worse, though, Transformers 2 could lose about 2 hours, easy.
Just one more thing. People who defend Transformers 2 with the old "What did you expect, it's based on a bunch of toys?" are stupid. Indiana Jones was based on Saturday morning serials. It doesn't matter that the Transformers films are basically commercials for the toys. All films are commercials: for themselves, for their DVDs, for the awards season. Just put some care into your work, some thought, some fucking craft. Don't hide behind bullshit excuses.
Obviously, these are two very different movies. The biggest difference being that one is actually good.
The fight scenes in this new Transformers are so much better than the first film. It is still not all that easy to tell who is who, but what they are doing to each other is easy to follow and just plain cool looking. These robots know kung fu.
But I don't know how much Michael Bay had to do with these scenes. It doesn't seem like his style. Not enough cuts, the camera is pulled back.
I have a theory about Michael Bay: he is not a very confident director. That explains the quick cuts. Hey look, this is cool, and so is this, and this is too, HEY LOOK OVER HERE AT THIS COOL THING, it goes BOOOOOOOOM. He is not sure what the audience might like, so he shows us everything all the time. No pace, no mood, just BOOM.
Everything boom, everything shiny or sweaty, everything either too fast or slowed down. And when there is something dramatic going on, put that camera low and circle it around whatever it is that is supposed to be dramatic.
And don't get me started on his comedy. Michael Bay has no clue when it comes to comedy, which is sad because he crammed this flick full of his shitty humour. It drips flop sweat. Going back to the confidence theory, he has no faith in the jokes so he has the actors say the lines louder and faster.
And he just shift in and out of comedy. He shifts in and out of everything. Character come and go as the script dictates. Notice that I did not say plot. People show up for no reason, people do stuff counter-intuitive to the plot, or their character or both.
Here is where I spoil the end of the film. There is a big scene between Sam and his parents where he tells his dad that he has to let go. He has to run away and let Sam do what he has to do. Which would be a call back to a scene earlier in the movie, except the earlier scene was played for laugh and it was about the mother having trouble letting go. So the parents flee. They run away. They let Sam go. Sam says the same thing to his hot girlfriend but she sez "nuh-uh" and he sez "okay" and then they run together in slow motion.
Then Sam dies. And his parents are right fucking there for some reason.
Then Sam comes back to life and then some Transformer sacrifices his life to give Optimus Prime a power-up. Optimus Prime kills the bad guys and then just shrugs off the power-up/fallen comrade without a second thought.
To recap: fight scenes good, everything else is absolute shit. And I don't even want to get started on the ghetto-bots.
Funny People is the good film, in case you were wondering. In this film funny people do funny things. And these same funny people are sometimes mean people or selfish people and they do selfish things or mean things.
Which is a nice change from most films. Like Apatow's previous films, this is a messy film. There are plot threads that fall by the wayside, others that go around and around in circles.
It's nice, but also sometimes frustrating. A "Why did they do this, instead of that?" kind of thing. For me, personally, I wanted more behind the scenes stuff. The craft of comedy. It's in there, but I wanted more. Could have done with less of the third act romance. Or have it better integrated into the rest of the film. Having it be it's own distinct chunk, and that chunk being the end of the film was not the best move.
But the funny stuff? Funny. The polar opposite of Transformers. Funny stuff is said off offhandedly, just floated out there into the conversation. Loved that.
Still, there was a good half hour of fat that could be trimmed from the running time. It could be worse, though, Transformers 2 could lose about 2 hours, easy.
Just one more thing. People who defend Transformers 2 with the old "What did you expect, it's based on a bunch of toys?" are stupid. Indiana Jones was based on Saturday morning serials. It doesn't matter that the Transformers films are basically commercials for the toys. All films are commercials: for themselves, for their DVDs, for the awards season. Just put some care into your work, some thought, some fucking craft. Don't hide behind bullshit excuses.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Let Us Talk About Movies
By that I mean I will blog about movies I have recently seen and then imagine your responses and then ignore them.
First movie: Lesbian Vampire Killers.
The first half of this movie is a couple tics better than good, the second half a couple tics less.
The prologue is nicely done, sets up the lore in a quick and humorous manner. The introduction of the two leads is also nicely done. The tone of the film is set within these first few minutes. It is an odd mix: cartoonish yet full of British stoicism. Stoicism isn't quite the right word but I am lazy.
The film does a good job of setting the scene, and putting all pieces in place.
Then it doesn't quite know what to do with them.
The same few jokes are repeated. A bit too much clunky exposition falls out of mouths not talented enough to make it sound good.
And there are not enough bare tits. And an odd lack of blood.
But there are a couple good gore gags.
It all leads up to an ending. Notice the lack of adjective. That was intentional.
Here is where I sum up the film in a quick and pithy manner: If you loved Shaun of the Dead, you'll like Lesbian Vampire Killers.
I can not sum up You Don't Mess With the Zohan in a quick and pithy manner. Save to say that it does for comedies what The Spirit did for comic book movies. Within the first few minutes of the flick, Adam Sandler's Zohan willfully catches both a hacky sack and a cooked fish betwixt his butt cheeks.
That trailer gives you a taste of what to expect. But it doesn't prepare you for how over the top it gets. You laugh because you can't believe that they put such stupid stuff in a major motion picture, not because said stupid stuff is funny. I don't want to give examples because I don't want to ruin it for anyone, but that doesn't matter because I cannot in good faith recommend this movie to anyone I know and like.
Two of my friends saw this in the theatre and spent most of the movie's running time with their heads in their hands. I can understand why. But I am and always have been fascinated by gloriously wrong-headed, single-minded disasterpieces.
The last film to discuss is the latest Harry Potter film.
This is a gorgeous film. Just lovely to take in. And the visual storytelling is markedly improved from the previous Potter installment. It looks great, it sounds great, it flows great, everyone gives great performances, there are great character-based beats.
Then it all ends poorly. The ending is just not done well. Some fairly major things happen and they are not given the attention they deserve.
This is not a short film but it never felt it. But the last ten/fifteen minutes feel super rushed and it lets the rest of the film down.
First movie: Lesbian Vampire Killers.
The first half of this movie is a couple tics better than good, the second half a couple tics less.
The prologue is nicely done, sets up the lore in a quick and humorous manner. The introduction of the two leads is also nicely done. The tone of the film is set within these first few minutes. It is an odd mix: cartoonish yet full of British stoicism. Stoicism isn't quite the right word but I am lazy.
The film does a good job of setting the scene, and putting all pieces in place.
Then it doesn't quite know what to do with them.
The same few jokes are repeated. A bit too much clunky exposition falls out of mouths not talented enough to make it sound good.
And there are not enough bare tits. And an odd lack of blood.
But there are a couple good gore gags.
It all leads up to an ending. Notice the lack of adjective. That was intentional.
Here is where I sum up the film in a quick and pithy manner: If you loved Shaun of the Dead, you'll like Lesbian Vampire Killers.
I can not sum up You Don't Mess With the Zohan in a quick and pithy manner. Save to say that it does for comedies what The Spirit did for comic book movies. Within the first few minutes of the flick, Adam Sandler's Zohan willfully catches both a hacky sack and a cooked fish betwixt his butt cheeks.
That trailer gives you a taste of what to expect. But it doesn't prepare you for how over the top it gets. You laugh because you can't believe that they put such stupid stuff in a major motion picture, not because said stupid stuff is funny. I don't want to give examples because I don't want to ruin it for anyone, but that doesn't matter because I cannot in good faith recommend this movie to anyone I know and like.
Two of my friends saw this in the theatre and spent most of the movie's running time with their heads in their hands. I can understand why. But I am and always have been fascinated by gloriously wrong-headed, single-minded disasterpieces.
The last film to discuss is the latest Harry Potter film.
This is a gorgeous film. Just lovely to take in. And the visual storytelling is markedly improved from the previous Potter installment. It looks great, it sounds great, it flows great, everyone gives great performances, there are great character-based beats.
Then it all ends poorly. The ending is just not done well. Some fairly major things happen and they are not given the attention they deserve.
This is not a short film but it never felt it. But the last ten/fifteen minutes feel super rushed and it lets the rest of the film down.
Monday, June 08, 2009
Up
Pixar cannot make a bad film. Cars is their worst film. By far. And it is still a good flick. And they know it. So they keep pushing themselves.
Can we make a kitchen full of vermin adorable? Yes we can.
Can we make a trash compactor adorable? Yes we can.
Can we make an old curmudgeon adorable? Yes we can.
Can we make the audience cry within the first fifteen minutes? Yes we can.
This film doesn't just tug your heart strings, it plays a lovely tune.
It is gorgeous. It is funny. It is sad. It is exciting. it is light. It is dark.
It is a Pixar film.
And that is all you ever need know.
Can we make a kitchen full of vermin adorable? Yes we can.
Can we make a trash compactor adorable? Yes we can.
Can we make an old curmudgeon adorable? Yes we can.
Can we make the audience cry within the first fifteen minutes? Yes we can.
This film doesn't just tug your heart strings, it plays a lovely tune.
It is gorgeous. It is funny. It is sad. It is exciting. it is light. It is dark.
It is a Pixar film.
And that is all you ever need know.
Monday, June 01, 2009
Drag Me To Hell
Spiderman 3 showed what happens when a film gets away from Sam Raimi. He throws his bag of tricks at it and sees what sticks.
Drag Me To Hell shows what happens when a Sam Raimi gets his way. He throws his bag of tricks at it. And it all sticks.
This is a glorious film. It opens with a cute kid being flung to his death and then dragged to hell. This is a very lean film. And very mean. If a you see a gun in the first act, you can be damn sure it will be used.
There are no guns in this film.
There is no blood in this film.
Sam Raimi is well aware that there are many other fluids that can come out of a human body, or that can splatter all over a human body.
And Sam Raimi is well aware of the importance of sound. Some of the most disgusting stuff is nothing but sound effects. Yes: disgusting. I don't care what this film is rated there is stuff in here that could upset a stomach or two. Sam knows what to show, what not to show, and when to show or not show it.
This is film is exactly what its title promises. And then some. I jumped, I laughed, I often times did both at the same time.
Drag Me To Hell shows what happens when a Sam Raimi gets his way. He throws his bag of tricks at it. And it all sticks.
This is a glorious film. It opens with a cute kid being flung to his death and then dragged to hell. This is a very lean film. And very mean. If a you see a gun in the first act, you can be damn sure it will be used.
There are no guns in this film.
There is no blood in this film.
Sam Raimi is well aware that there are many other fluids that can come out of a human body, or that can splatter all over a human body.
And Sam Raimi is well aware of the importance of sound. Some of the most disgusting stuff is nothing but sound effects. Yes: disgusting. I don't care what this film is rated there is stuff in here that could upset a stomach or two. Sam knows what to show, what not to show, and when to show or not show it.
This is film is exactly what its title promises. And then some. I jumped, I laughed, I often times did both at the same time.
Crank and Rambo
Wow. These movies are crazy.
Crank starts off crazy and just keeps on being crazy. Nothing gets in the way of its craziness. Not the budget, nothing. This is a cheap looking film. But a good looking film. You can tell just how fake some of the shots are, but the shots are cool so you understand why they wanted them in. Cheesy effects or no.
It has a crazy internal logic. A comic book/ video game logic. It just appeals to me.
Rambo does not start off crazy. It starts off with footage of real life atrocities. It turned my stomach. I don't like real life violence. Well... real life bullet and war related violence. Real life Mixed Martial Arts based violence is fine by me.
And gratuitous movie violence? Love the hell out of it. Which means I was squealing with glee for the last half an hour of Rambo. I had read about the violence in this movie. It did not prepare me. Nothing prepares you for a hat floating above red goo. Or a truck full o' folks just kinda disappearing in a cloud of bullets and gore.
Yeah.
Good times.
Crank starts off crazy and just keeps on being crazy. Nothing gets in the way of its craziness. Not the budget, nothing. This is a cheap looking film. But a good looking film. You can tell just how fake some of the shots are, but the shots are cool so you understand why they wanted them in. Cheesy effects or no.
It has a crazy internal logic. A comic book/ video game logic. It just appeals to me.
Rambo does not start off crazy. It starts off with footage of real life atrocities. It turned my stomach. I don't like real life violence. Well... real life bullet and war related violence. Real life Mixed Martial Arts based violence is fine by me.
And gratuitous movie violence? Love the hell out of it. Which means I was squealing with glee for the last half an hour of Rambo. I had read about the violence in this movie. It did not prepare me. Nothing prepares you for a hat floating above red goo. Or a truck full o' folks just kinda disappearing in a cloud of bullets and gore.
Yeah.
Good times.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Terminator Salvation
I didn't realize that there was no colon in the title. I thought it was Terminator: Salvation. The lack of a colon makes it make less sense.
Which is telling. Not that the movie makes no sense, but that it is thoughtless and pointless.
The first fifteen minutes are a great indication of what is about to follow.
It starts with a horribly written, poorly acted scene. We are introduced to a new character in the Terminator mythos, Marcus Wright. He, more so than John Connor, is the lead of this movie. And he has never been mentioned in any of the previous three films. Hmmmmm...
After that crap, we see a bunch of text on the screen, explaining the Terminator story. Judgment Day and all that. Just a big ole wall o' text. That is lazy writing and direction.
After that we are treated to a great action scene. There is a great tracking shot, following John Connor into a helicopter, flying the helicopter and crashing the helicopter. Best part of the movie, in my opinion. And it is right near the start. All kinds of ominous portents in this review.
Cut to John Connor on a plane. He jumps out of a plane. Cut to John Connor on a sub as Michael Ironside explains his character to us.
Yup.
That is how the movie goes. Jumps from place to place, plot point to plot point, with no care given at all. All the film's attention is on the action scenes. And the action scenes are all well done. The whole film looks and sounds great.
But with no one to care about, what the hell is the point?
There is no point to this film. This story does not advance the 'Terminator' story at all. This film adds nothing to the cannon.
At least T3 ended with a bang. it killed off the world. Which is not how you expect a Summer Blockbuster to end. Sure, it kind of made the first two Terminator movies basically pointless, and it was not a good movie overall, but there is something in that film I can point to and appreciate. Other than the special effects, which are expected at this point.
What I'm saying is this is the worst Terminator film yet. There is no real reason to see it other than the action sequences. There are no characters to care about. Other than the kid who plays Kyle Reese, there are no remarkable performances. The music is forgettable. There is a scene where the whole god damn movie is explained to us. Stopping the movie dead in its tracks. So many nits to pick.
Move along folks. Nothing to see here.
Which is telling. Not that the movie makes no sense, but that it is thoughtless and pointless.
The first fifteen minutes are a great indication of what is about to follow.
It starts with a horribly written, poorly acted scene. We are introduced to a new character in the Terminator mythos, Marcus Wright. He, more so than John Connor, is the lead of this movie. And he has never been mentioned in any of the previous three films. Hmmmmm...
After that crap, we see a bunch of text on the screen, explaining the Terminator story. Judgment Day and all that. Just a big ole wall o' text. That is lazy writing and direction.
After that we are treated to a great action scene. There is a great tracking shot, following John Connor into a helicopter, flying the helicopter and crashing the helicopter. Best part of the movie, in my opinion. And it is right near the start. All kinds of ominous portents in this review.
Cut to John Connor on a plane. He jumps out of a plane. Cut to John Connor on a sub as Michael Ironside explains his character to us.
Yup.
That is how the movie goes. Jumps from place to place, plot point to plot point, with no care given at all. All the film's attention is on the action scenes. And the action scenes are all well done. The whole film looks and sounds great.
But with no one to care about, what the hell is the point?
There is no point to this film. This story does not advance the 'Terminator' story at all. This film adds nothing to the cannon.
At least T3 ended with a bang. it killed off the world. Which is not how you expect a Summer Blockbuster to end. Sure, it kind of made the first two Terminator movies basically pointless, and it was not a good movie overall, but there is something in that film I can point to and appreciate. Other than the special effects, which are expected at this point.
What I'm saying is this is the worst Terminator film yet. There is no real reason to see it other than the action sequences. There are no characters to care about. Other than the kid who plays Kyle Reese, there are no remarkable performances. The music is forgettable. There is a scene where the whole god damn movie is explained to us. Stopping the movie dead in its tracks. So many nits to pick.
Move along folks. Nothing to see here.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Star Trek
I will be watching The Spirit again to try and dissect where and how badly it went wrong. I will also be re watching Star Trek. Because it is a really well put together film.
It starts with a bang. It is a great opening. Right off the bat, it demonstrates just how different this Trek is from past versions. Space is not sterile blackness. Light explodes across the screen whenever possible. The battles are not the slow, submarines in space affairs of before. The lasers are not solid beams. There is a lot more motion.
And George Kirk dies. That changes the character of James T a fair bit. It changes his motivations, but not his core. But the death of George Kirk also shows how this Trek is a lot closer to the classic Trek than some of the later series. Shatner was cast as Kirk for a reason. As was all the original cast. And there is a reason they are all so easy to imitate/mock.
They are larger than life, they are operatic. They had to be. Most of the original series was shot from a distance. So the cast set their standards to that. They were playing to the cheap seats. When the camera got in close, though, they didn't pull back.
The camera in this movie is almost always close, in on the faces. In on the action. The framing of the action and the actors is operatic, so the actors can be a little less so.
But they are all fantastic. Each actor inhabits their characters, without falling into straight mimicry.
There are some nits that can be picked.
The first for me is the introduction of kid Kirk. I understand that they were trying to show how the lack of his birth father had made him rebellious and angry. But the scene to me just made me think he was a douche. An ungrateful little shit. The bar scene a few scenes later was all does a much better job of setting up his character.
I understand that they wanted the symmetry there: young Kirk - young Spock - adult Spock - adult Kirk. But the kid Kirk is easily the weakest scene in the whole damn film, so I woulda chucked it. But that's me.
I also didn't like the chase scene on the ice planet. It seemed to Phantom Menace-y. Remember that scene with the fish? Yeah. Lame then, still lame now. Like a piece of screenwriting software flagged that section of the film for not having enough action. Superfluous.
And the villain of the piece didn't have all that much to do. I mean he did a lot. A lot. He changed the whole god damn Universe. But he seemed less a foil for the crew of the Enterprise and more like a plot point.
But this film was not about the villain, it was about the crew of the Enterprise. Who they are, how they fit together. And on that point, Star Trek more than succeeded.
It starts with a bang. It is a great opening. Right off the bat, it demonstrates just how different this Trek is from past versions. Space is not sterile blackness. Light explodes across the screen whenever possible. The battles are not the slow, submarines in space affairs of before. The lasers are not solid beams. There is a lot more motion.
And George Kirk dies. That changes the character of James T a fair bit. It changes his motivations, but not his core. But the death of George Kirk also shows how this Trek is a lot closer to the classic Trek than some of the later series. Shatner was cast as Kirk for a reason. As was all the original cast. And there is a reason they are all so easy to imitate/mock.
They are larger than life, they are operatic. They had to be. Most of the original series was shot from a distance. So the cast set their standards to that. They were playing to the cheap seats. When the camera got in close, though, they didn't pull back.
The camera in this movie is almost always close, in on the faces. In on the action. The framing of the action and the actors is operatic, so the actors can be a little less so.
But they are all fantastic. Each actor inhabits their characters, without falling into straight mimicry.
There are some nits that can be picked.
The first for me is the introduction of kid Kirk. I understand that they were trying to show how the lack of his birth father had made him rebellious and angry. But the scene to me just made me think he was a douche. An ungrateful little shit. The bar scene a few scenes later was all does a much better job of setting up his character.
I understand that they wanted the symmetry there: young Kirk - young Spock - adult Spock - adult Kirk. But the kid Kirk is easily the weakest scene in the whole damn film, so I woulda chucked it. But that's me.
I also didn't like the chase scene on the ice planet. It seemed to Phantom Menace-y. Remember that scene with the fish? Yeah. Lame then, still lame now. Like a piece of screenwriting software flagged that section of the film for not having enough action. Superfluous.
And the villain of the piece didn't have all that much to do. I mean he did a lot. A lot. He changed the whole god damn Universe. But he seemed less a foil for the crew of the Enterprise and more like a plot point.
But this film was not about the villain, it was about the crew of the Enterprise. Who they are, how they fit together. And on that point, Star Trek more than succeeded.
More Spirit
I don't know how to approach this. I almost want to re-watch the movie to help me remember how bad the movie was.
But I won't. Not yet. But I will.
I have always maintained that you can learn a lot more from failure than success.
But I won't. Not yet. But I will.
I have always maintained that you can learn a lot more from failure than success.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
The Spirit
Wow.
Huh.
It is hard to put in to words what I think of The Spirit. Mainly because I have no idea what I think of The Spirit. I mean, I know that it is in no way a good film. It is poorly put together. In many ways.
But everything wrong also seems to work. At least, for me. I know that the writing is horrendous, but I dug the hell out of it. Same with the acting and the editing and so on and so forth.
It is amazing how singular this vision is. I no way do I believe that this is Will Eisner's vision. This is all Frank Miller. This is all tits and hatred of eggs and strange weirdness.
I am so glad that Frank Miller got to make this. It was his first film, and he was coming off the cachet of Sin City and 300 and he was given free reign to do whatever the hell he wanted. And he did.
Anyone else, I'd imagine, would have listened to some sort of voice of reason. I'm not really sure that Miller has any reasonable voices in his head.
The purity of the WTF-ness of this movie is...
I think I need to stop now and try to organize my thoughts.
Huh.
It is hard to put in to words what I think of The Spirit. Mainly because I have no idea what I think of The Spirit. I mean, I know that it is in no way a good film. It is poorly put together. In many ways.
But everything wrong also seems to work. At least, for me. I know that the writing is horrendous, but I dug the hell out of it. Same with the acting and the editing and so on and so forth.
It is amazing how singular this vision is. I no way do I believe that this is Will Eisner's vision. This is all Frank Miller. This is all tits and hatred of eggs and strange weirdness.
I am so glad that Frank Miller got to make this. It was his first film, and he was coming off the cachet of Sin City and 300 and he was given free reign to do whatever the hell he wanted. And he did.
Anyone else, I'd imagine, would have listened to some sort of voice of reason. I'm not really sure that Miller has any reasonable voices in his head.
The purity of the WTF-ness of this movie is...
I think I need to stop now and try to organize my thoughts.
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Joel Plaskett
Dude put on a hell of a show. Not a huge rock spectacle, but rock-y, acoustic-y, indie-y goodness. with two encores. And he also played the opening set. Dude played for near three hours, near as I can tell. I can tell you that I missed most of the first set. Tickets said doors opened at 8. So we grabbed a cab at around 8:30.
Cuz that's how it works, right?
Nope. Joel Plaskett was on the stage doing his thing before 8:30. Colour us surprised.
Also surprising, no Emergency with him. But his dad was there. That was cool.
His dad looks old, but not. And Joel doesn't look old at all, considering he's been doing this since forever. I saw him when he was a part of The Super Friendz, way back when I was in University. Dude still looks and acts young. And skinny. And scrawny. A very Ichabod-ian body has he.
And he was mingling amongst the crowd between his sets, he passed right past me a few times.
And he was always talking. Between songs, during songs. Built quite a rapport with the audience. They were clearly digging was he was doing and he, in turn, dug their digging. As did I. I loved the vibe, everybody was in high spirits, and that is not code. It was just a purely positive experience.
And Mark was there, and it is always nice to catch up with that guy.
Cuz that's how it works, right?
Nope. Joel Plaskett was on the stage doing his thing before 8:30. Colour us surprised.
Also surprising, no Emergency with him. But his dad was there. That was cool.
His dad looks old, but not. And Joel doesn't look old at all, considering he's been doing this since forever. I saw him when he was a part of The Super Friendz, way back when I was in University. Dude still looks and acts young. And skinny. And scrawny. A very Ichabod-ian body has he.
And he was mingling amongst the crowd between his sets, he passed right past me a few times.
And he was always talking. Between songs, during songs. Built quite a rapport with the audience. They were clearly digging was he was doing and he, in turn, dug their digging. As did I. I loved the vibe, everybody was in high spirits, and that is not code. It was just a purely positive experience.
And Mark was there, and it is always nice to catch up with that guy.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
More
Lewis Black was funny. And got funnier the angrier he got. He is angry about a lot of things. Including his failing memory. He spent a lot of time umming and uhhing and then saying fuck really loud. I felt a little bad for the guy. But he has an iphone and I don't so fuck'im.
Also, I forgot to put my ring back on after my exercises yesterday and I felt all weird and out of sorts and off balance the rest of the day.
Also, I forgot to put my ring back on after my exercises yesterday and I felt all weird and out of sorts and off balance the rest of the day.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Lewis Black is a Really Angry Man
I listened to him rant and rave for over an hour and a half. It was very entertaining.
Age had not mellowed that man.
The lady sitting next to me laughed a lot. She had an odd laugh. High pitched and surprised and pleased, like each time she laughed she was discovering anew how nice it was to laugh.
And she also blew her nose a lot. Loudly. And it did not sound like she was getting anything done, they didn't sound snotty, they were just loud.
Yeah.
Age had not mellowed that man.
The lady sitting next to me laughed a lot. She had an odd laugh. High pitched and surprised and pleased, like each time she laughed she was discovering anew how nice it was to laugh.
And she also blew her nose a lot. Loudly. And it did not sound like she was getting anything done, they didn't sound snotty, they were just loud.
Yeah.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Movies and such
Been a while, let's get right to it.
I have a bunch of half finished posts about the various movies I have seen in the past while. This post should hopefully bring all that into the fold. And then some.
Why? Why now?
Because of Where the Wild Things Are. The trailer for that movie has just been released and holy good god does it hit me in all the right places. I already love Spike Jonze. I already love Dave Eggers. I was already pumped to see this movie. Then they add Arcade Fire into the mix? Fuck me. SOLD! I'll be there day one. And probably days two and three. It looks amazing, the Wild Things look just as they should, it's all just so... wonderful. It filled me with wonder. And happiness and sadness and the strange tingly feeling in my heart and gut.
Let's go from hypothetical greatness to proven goodness.
Coraline is my favourite Henry Selick movie. Nightmare Before Christmas has too much god damn singing. And I don't remember the reasons, but I was underwhelmed by James and the Giant Peach. But Coraline is just right. Great characters, great world(s), inventive action. Hardly any god damn singing. And it's in 3-D. My right eye is slightly lazy so 3-D rarely works for me. It worked far more often than I expected in this movie. And Even if it didn't work at all, I still would gladly pay extra for the Experience because the picture was SHARP and CLEAN and the COLOURS POPPED. The best picture quality I've seen since I've been back to Canada.
But the 3-D was cool. I liked the subtle use, adding depth to the picture without calling attention to said depth. I also liked when it did call attention to itself, like the lengthening tunnel. Loved that bit.
Loved Anne Hathaway in Rachel Getting Married. Not that her character was lovable. But Hathaway never tried to soften her, to make her lovable. Everyone stayed true to the characters they were playing. It made for some uncomfortable scenes. Balanced out by all the joyous scenes of the wedding and its preparation.
Mickey Rourke in The Wrestler did much the same thing. The Ram did what the Ram did, thoughtless of the effects on those around him. I doubt there's many actors out there that could play broken down quite as well as Rourke.
And I don't know another director that would have filmed it the way Darren Aronofsky did. Randy's massive frame taking up most of the frame, just barreling through life. Unloading shit in a warehouse shot the same as a wrestling match.
A couple random Wrestler thoughts: any time a meat slicer appears onscreen, I start getting all tense. Who was topless more: Mickey Rourke or Marisa Tomei?
Now I've plum forgotten about any other films I have seen. Not nearly as many bad ones as I would like. Working on cheap movie nights sucks. I missed that new Street Fighter movie, haven't seen Taken or Push, nor any new Nic Cage movie. I miss my cheese.
I have a bunch of half finished posts about the various movies I have seen in the past while. This post should hopefully bring all that into the fold. And then some.
Why? Why now?
Because of Where the Wild Things Are. The trailer for that movie has just been released and holy good god does it hit me in all the right places. I already love Spike Jonze. I already love Dave Eggers. I was already pumped to see this movie. Then they add Arcade Fire into the mix? Fuck me. SOLD! I'll be there day one. And probably days two and three. It looks amazing, the Wild Things look just as they should, it's all just so... wonderful. It filled me with wonder. And happiness and sadness and the strange tingly feeling in my heart and gut.
Let's go from hypothetical greatness to proven goodness.
Coraline is my favourite Henry Selick movie. Nightmare Before Christmas has too much god damn singing. And I don't remember the reasons, but I was underwhelmed by James and the Giant Peach. But Coraline is just right. Great characters, great world(s), inventive action. Hardly any god damn singing. And it's in 3-D. My right eye is slightly lazy so 3-D rarely works for me. It worked far more often than I expected in this movie. And Even if it didn't work at all, I still would gladly pay extra for the Experience because the picture was SHARP and CLEAN and the COLOURS POPPED. The best picture quality I've seen since I've been back to Canada.
But the 3-D was cool. I liked the subtle use, adding depth to the picture without calling attention to said depth. I also liked when it did call attention to itself, like the lengthening tunnel. Loved that bit.
Loved Anne Hathaway in Rachel Getting Married. Not that her character was lovable. But Hathaway never tried to soften her, to make her lovable. Everyone stayed true to the characters they were playing. It made for some uncomfortable scenes. Balanced out by all the joyous scenes of the wedding and its preparation.
Mickey Rourke in The Wrestler did much the same thing. The Ram did what the Ram did, thoughtless of the effects on those around him. I doubt there's many actors out there that could play broken down quite as well as Rourke.
And I don't know another director that would have filmed it the way Darren Aronofsky did. Randy's massive frame taking up most of the frame, just barreling through life. Unloading shit in a warehouse shot the same as a wrestling match.
A couple random Wrestler thoughts: any time a meat slicer appears onscreen, I start getting all tense. Who was topless more: Mickey Rourke or Marisa Tomei?
Now I've plum forgotten about any other films I have seen. Not nearly as many bad ones as I would like. Working on cheap movie nights sucks. I missed that new Street Fighter movie, haven't seen Taken or Push, nor any new Nic Cage movie. I miss my cheese.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Machine Gore Police Girl... Tokyo
Saw a couple of films lately. Including The Wrestler. But I'll blog about that one later.
I'm blogging about Machine Girl and Tokyo Gore Police. They are both super bloody flicks from Japan. Shot on the cheap.
Machine Girl is about a schoolgirl whose brother is murdered and has her hand chopped off by a family of Yakuza Ninjas. Said hand had been covered in tempura and deep fried earlier.
Tokyo Gore Police is about a Tokyo Police Woman (in the future, the police force have been privatized) whose father was killed in front of her and is now killing Engineers. Not people who build bridges, mind, but crazy killers who have some sort of key shaped tumor within them that lets them replace lost limbs with weapons.
Both contain some fairly inventive violence and countless geysers of blood. And I am glad that I watched them both, but Machine wipes the floor with Gore.
It is a question of approach. An approach best reflected in their leads. Machine Girl's girl is cute and energetic. Gore's police woman barley has one facial expression. And it is not an appealing expression.
The problem with these films is that I want to talk about the best gags. The bits of violence that elicits laughs. The insane quirks of the scripts. But I don't want to ruin the films.
I'll give one example from each. As a little taste of each movie. In Machine Girl, the Machine Girl attaches a machine gun to her arm stump and shoots a guy in the face so much that his face falls to bits, leaving his skull and a geyser of blood. In Tokyo Gore Police, there is a girl with an eyeball in her mouth, a girl with stitches where her nipples should be and a girl with her eyes on stalks and a shell on her back doing a sexy dance.
So yeah: go rent Machine Girl. The violence is more enjoyable, the girl is cuter, and there are more panty shots.
I'm classy.
I'm blogging about Machine Girl and Tokyo Gore Police. They are both super bloody flicks from Japan. Shot on the cheap.
Machine Girl is about a schoolgirl whose brother is murdered and has her hand chopped off by a family of Yakuza Ninjas. Said hand had been covered in tempura and deep fried earlier.
Tokyo Gore Police is about a Tokyo Police Woman (in the future, the police force have been privatized) whose father was killed in front of her and is now killing Engineers. Not people who build bridges, mind, but crazy killers who have some sort of key shaped tumor within them that lets them replace lost limbs with weapons.
Both contain some fairly inventive violence and countless geysers of blood. And I am glad that I watched them both, but Machine wipes the floor with Gore.
It is a question of approach. An approach best reflected in their leads. Machine Girl's girl is cute and energetic. Gore's police woman barley has one facial expression. And it is not an appealing expression.
The problem with these films is that I want to talk about the best gags. The bits of violence that elicits laughs. The insane quirks of the scripts. But I don't want to ruin the films.
I'll give one example from each. As a little taste of each movie. In Machine Girl, the Machine Girl attaches a machine gun to her arm stump and shoots a guy in the face so much that his face falls to bits, leaving his skull and a geyser of blood. In Tokyo Gore Police, there is a girl with an eyeball in her mouth, a girl with stitches where her nipples should be and a girl with her eyes on stalks and a shell on her back doing a sexy dance.
So yeah: go rent Machine Girl. The violence is more enjoyable, the girl is cuter, and there are more panty shots.
I'm classy.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Modern Horror
Kinda sucks.
In America.
But other places seem to be doing okay.
I say this because I saw The Unborn and Let The Right One In recently.
The Unborn is not good. The trailer was good. Made me want to see the movie. But stuff that looked freaky and scary in the trailer looked pretty damn fake in the actual movie. And the story was nowhere near good. And I don't think anyone involved knew how to end the movie. The answer is obvious: it never should have started.
But the lead actress displayed some epic camel toe. So there is that.
I'm not exactly sure if Let the Right One In is a horror film. It has horrific elements in it. One of the leads is a vampire after all. But it is mainly a story about a boy and a girl not quite old enough to fall in love.
It's very cute, but not in an obvious, Disney sort of way. The film hits all the notes you would expect it to but you don't always expect it to hit them.
The gore is almost always unexpected even though you know it is coming.
It is just a really well put together film. With great performances. And memorable scenes. Like the one of the most violent feel good ending I have seen in a while.
In America.
But other places seem to be doing okay.
I say this because I saw The Unborn and Let The Right One In recently.
The Unborn is not good. The trailer was good. Made me want to see the movie. But stuff that looked freaky and scary in the trailer looked pretty damn fake in the actual movie. And the story was nowhere near good. And I don't think anyone involved knew how to end the movie. The answer is obvious: it never should have started.
But the lead actress displayed some epic camel toe. So there is that.
I'm not exactly sure if Let the Right One In is a horror film. It has horrific elements in it. One of the leads is a vampire after all. But it is mainly a story about a boy and a girl not quite old enough to fall in love.
It's very cute, but not in an obvious, Disney sort of way. The film hits all the notes you would expect it to but you don't always expect it to hit them.
The gore is almost always unexpected even though you know it is coming.
It is just a really well put together film. With great performances. And memorable scenes. Like the one of the most violent feel good ending I have seen in a while.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Really?
My iPod doesn't always like to play in the car. Such was the case today.
Which is me trying to explain why I was listening to local Regina radio today. And not the community station, neither. I was listening to the Zed. Z99.
*shudder*
I was lucky enough to catch the tail end of the Saskatchewan Top 20.
I weep for my past, present and future.
How the fuck does Nickelback stay at the top of any list for 8 weeks in a row? They are so unremarkable, you can't even remark about how remarkably unremarkable they are.
And Saskatchewan loves the fuck out of them.
Which is me trying to explain why I was listening to local Regina radio today. And not the community station, neither. I was listening to the Zed. Z99.
*shudder*
I was lucky enough to catch the tail end of the Saskatchewan Top 20.
I weep for my past, present and future.
How the fuck does Nickelback stay at the top of any list for 8 weeks in a row? They are so unremarkable, you can't even remark about how remarkably unremarkable they are.
And Saskatchewan loves the fuck out of them.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Steve Martin
I saw a trailer for Pink Panther 2 in front of Yes Man. (Yes Man? An average comedy. Funny bits. Sappy bits. Zooey Desanchel is frickin adorable and awesome.)
I love Steve Martin. My sense of humour owes so much to him. My dad watched Martin, Monty Python, the Pink Panther movies and SNL with me when I was very young.
Thanks dad.
Seriously.
But manoman do his latest movies make me sad.
Especially since I just finished his book about his stand up days. Born Standing Up is a great read for Steve Martin fans. I can't say how it would play to non fans. But it is well written, funny and informative. It captures the spirit of a few different decades and how they affected Steve and his approach to his material.
And it details how it was a combination of luck, hard work and interesting connections that got him to the top of the heap.
It stops when his stand up career does, so it mentions not at all his sad, sad later days. I think that would be just as interesting.
But way more depressing.
I love Steve Martin. My sense of humour owes so much to him. My dad watched Martin, Monty Python, the Pink Panther movies and SNL with me when I was very young.
Thanks dad.
Seriously.
But manoman do his latest movies make me sad.
Especially since I just finished his book about his stand up days. Born Standing Up is a great read for Steve Martin fans. I can't say how it would play to non fans. But it is well written, funny and informative. It captures the spirit of a few different decades and how they affected Steve and his approach to his material.
And it details how it was a combination of luck, hard work and interesting connections that got him to the top of the heap.
It stops when his stand up career does, so it mentions not at all his sad, sad later days. I think that would be just as interesting.
But way more depressing.
Friday, January 09, 2009
Mini Me
And now I update you on the subject about which you have all been wondering about. I lost 0.8 kilos over the holiday season.
I don't know how the fuck I manged that either.
Yay me.
I don't know how the fuck I manged that either.
Yay me.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Role Models
Let us talk a bit about Role Models. It is a film I saw about a month ago. I haven't seen a film in a theatre for a month. That sucks. I am earning money, and that is nice, but I miss my weekly movie fix.
But Role Models was a good movie, all that aside. It played to the strengths of all its leads. Paul Rudd is basically what all males my age want to be. I know I sure as hell wouldn't mind being him. He is funny and handsome and can play mean or wry or sweet or whatever the hell. But he is especially good at being a sarcastic bastard.
Stifler has his best Stifler role since Stifler.
The little black kid is cute and foul mouthed, which is my favourite kind of kid. I found him a bit annoying at first, but he grew on me. I bonded with him over our shared love of boobies.
And McLovin showed that he he was more than just McLovin. He is the anti-McLovin in this one.
And even though the film laughs at LARPing, it also gives it a fair bit of respect.
It made me want to hit my friends with foam swords. More than usual.
Laughs were had, lessons were learned, I can't figure out how to end this thing.
But Role Models was a good movie, all that aside. It played to the strengths of all its leads. Paul Rudd is basically what all males my age want to be. I know I sure as hell wouldn't mind being him. He is funny and handsome and can play mean or wry or sweet or whatever the hell. But he is especially good at being a sarcastic bastard.
Stifler has his best Stifler role since Stifler.
The little black kid is cute and foul mouthed, which is my favourite kind of kid. I found him a bit annoying at first, but he grew on me. I bonded with him over our shared love of boobies.
And McLovin showed that he he was more than just McLovin. He is the anti-McLovin in this one.
And even though the film laughs at LARPing, it also gives it a fair bit of respect.
It made me want to hit my friends with foam swords. More than usual.
Laughs were had, lessons were learned, I can't figure out how to end this thing.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Merry New Year's Mass
Now that it is the new year, and the first Monday of aforementioned year (the new one), I figured I should give this blogging stuff another shot.
By the time I actually become a regular blogger, the blogosphere will be old and abandoned. Much like I will be.
I already feel old. My back started hurting on Christmas day, and it hasn't gone away yet. It is better than it was, but still not all that great. So I haven't been doing my daily out workings.
I am afraid of my weight.
It was a delicious season of yumminess.
So that is that.
By the time I actually become a regular blogger, the blogosphere will be old and abandoned. Much like I will be.
I already feel old. My back started hurting on Christmas day, and it hasn't gone away yet. It is better than it was, but still not all that great. So I haven't been doing my daily out workings.
I am afraid of my weight.
It was a delicious season of yumminess.
So that is that.
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