Yep...watched it again.
I actually can't stop watching it.
How...h-how do you stop...watching...it?
This one is my favorite of the two mostly because a majority of my life revolves around time, not just in the everyday sense because obviously it does...I'm not a complete moron. Semi-moron? sure I can see that.
Kinda bummed they don't tackle the caesium standard or mercury ion clocks or quantum logic clocks, but whatever. Maybe they'll cover it in the next installment!
Somehow I managed to inadvertently watch two films yesterday wherein T.S. Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock plays a somewhat important role. I find that odd.
Speaking of odd, that's exactly how I would describe Patricia Rozema's I've Heard the Mermaids Singing; it's a bizarre mix of awkwardness and visual experimentation as the main character Polly (Sheila McCarthy) narrates her story, in a videotaped confessional of sorts, about her new job as a secretary at an art gallery.…
Often times certain films hold a special place in my heart, as I am sure the same can be said of almost everyone else. My memory of The Royal Tenenbaums involves a group of friends driving one hour (both ways) to Baltimore to catch it at the Charles Theater. At the time, that was the only way to see Wes Anderson’s newest film, since growing up in a small town in Pennsylvania, one did not have the opportunity to see…
Stupid, gore-filled fun is what Tommy Wirkola's Dead Snow happens to be, although it does take quite some time to entertaining bits. Some of the effects, especially some of the up-close fight sequences involving the Nazi Zombies, were of the low quality variety. Luckily, those instances were kept to a minimum.
I especially enjoyed the ridiculous funtime montage centering around some wicked snow-scootering action, intercut with playtime hot dog condiment application flirtation with things get a tad silly with mustard,…