September 29th, 2010
It’s the same old story. Girl meets warlock. Warlock curses girl with an aging spell. Girl meets witch hunter from the 1690s. Girl and witch hunter quest across America to retrieve all the pieces of a weird demonic book that could bring about the end of the world before the warlock finds them. Yadda yadda yadda. I am sure you have heard it a million times before.
September 29th, 2010
Oh crap. I am already behind on watching my fall TV shows– and it’s only week two. Admittedly, I started to lag within the first few days of the season last week; but it’s already Wednesday and I haven’t caught up with watching all my Monday shows yet. Doh.
September 28th, 2010
I will be upfront here. I decided to watch H.H. Holmes: America’s First Serial Killer today because it was one of the shortest movies available on my watch instantly queue at a whopping 64 minutes. There. I said it. Size does make a difference sometimes.
H.H. Holmes: America’s First Serial Killer is a documentary about Herman Mudgett, who is better known as Henry Howard Holmes, but let’s call him Hank (hey, you would change your name too if people always confused it with Herman Munster). A doctor and pharmacist by day, and a sociopathic serial killer by night; Hank was terribly busy.
September 27th, 2010
I must be losing my mind. Totally going crazy. Aside from the fact that I obsessively check to make sure the oven is off four times before I leave the house (exactly four times); when I look at my Netflix queue, I tend to honestly be surprised by the titles I find there. If I am able to recognize the title, I consider that a good thing. Sure, I have my Iron Man 2s (or is it Iron Men 2?), my Tomb Raiders, and my Physics: The Elegant Universes on there; but it seems like the list has become inundated with the Renaissances, the Bugs, the Libby, Montanas, and the Fred Clauses. Movies that make me wonder (1) what the flip they are and (2) why the flip are they on my list? I don’t flipping know. Perhaps I will never know. I probably shouldn’t even invest time into trying to know because it seems rather pointless.
September 24th, 2010
Wow. I didn’t think I could do it, but I did. I watched most of the stuff on my DVR/Hulu queue. I did this while still slowly whittling away (sometimes ever so slowly) at my Netflix queue. Fall TV episodes start to blur with films from my queue. When there are gaps in my thoughts, clips from The X-Files season one filter in (like sands through an hourglass…). Suffice it to say, I am pretty much on media overload. My brain feels like mush (which, technically it kind of is since it is just tissue with no skeletal structure. Thanks, Bones!).
September 23rd, 2010
I am apparently one of the few people in America under the age of 35 who had not yet seen The Fast and the Furious. This void in my movie repertoire left me sitting alone at parties, unable to converse about Rob Cohen’s portrayal of street racing. People shunned me in the streets. Life was rough. I took the time, however, to rectify the situation when I watched the film through Netflix. Thanks, Netflix, you saved me from yet another potentially awkward social situation.
September 22nd, 2010
There is very little about the premise of Breaking Bad that I would typically find appealing. A cancer-striken high school chemistry teacher starts to make meth with a former student and finds himself blurring the boundaries of what he considers right and wrong (not like telling fibs wrong– “Yes, I think the purple sequin dress with the flouncy ruffles is a great idea to wear to the prom. Really.” If only my family hadn’t told me this little lie all those years ago. Now I am stuck with a humiliating photo and a purple complex). Yet, the show works for me (unlike the sequined dress).
September 21st, 2010
I would be lying if I said I like this film. Get it? The film is called The Invention of Lying and I used that same word in the first sentence of my review. Eh? Eh? No? If you like that type of a joke (plus countless jokes about various body functions), then you would probably enjoy this film. While I am usually all about random poop jokes, this film was just not my cup of tea (it stars Ricky Gervais, you see, and he is from England. In England they have tea… oh, never mind).
September 20th, 2010
Sorry, folks, no enticing queue reviews today. I am taking the day off to prepare myself. Just as I wouldn’t run a 10k the day of a 5k race, I will not be shoving media in my brain until 8 pm (that’s primetime here on the West coast). This is a day I have been training for all summer—the start of the fall television lineup. I have been doing a few reps of watching reruns, working out my channel changing skills, and creating a strategy. Hopefully all of this hard work has paid off.
September 17th, 2010
Last night, my husband and I sat down to watch Fallout 3—oh, sorry, I meant to say The Book of Eli. I have a hard time telling these two apart. Both take place in a post-apocalyptic future where the landscape is barren, desiccated, and in varying shades of muted browns or grays. Torn overpasses hang over the desertscape like a child’s first loose tooth that is dangling by a lone root. Both (hopefully) fictitious futures are populated by cannibals and raiders—each equally eager to commit violent acts against any traveler that happens their way. And both have heroes that are supposedly trying to help mankind, but don’t mind slaying anyone they come across.