<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:42:02.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Dangerous Pig</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-2531955165071824037</id><published>2008-07-25T08:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:51:18.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'LL BE BACK</title><content type='html'>COMPUTER VIRUS IS CURRENTLY RUNNING RAPID ON MY PC. GETTING IT REPAIRED. I HAVEN'T STOPPED THE BLOG. EXPECT (A TON) MORE REVIEWS ONCE THIS SHIT GETS CLEANED UP. CROSS YOUR FINGERS- SHOULD BE THIS WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO WONDERED WHERE I WENT ON MYSPACE. I DELETED MY ACCOUNT. MORE TROUBLE THAN WHAT IT WAS WORTH. SO I DIDN'T DROP YOU IF THAT'S WHAT YOU MIGHT HAVE THOUGHT. YOU CAN ALWAYS REACH ME VIA COMMENTS HERE- AS MY BUDDY TYLER DID WHEN FOR SOME REASON I CALLED "I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU CHUCK &amp;amp; LARRY" AS "I &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; PRONOUNCE YOU CHUCK &amp;amp; LARRY". THAT'S WHAT GETTING OUT OF WORK AT 1AM WILL DO TO A MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LARRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY FOR THE ALL CAPS. I JUST FELT LIKE USING THEM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-2531955165071824037?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/2531955165071824037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=2531955165071824037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/2531955165071824037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/2531955165071824037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-be-back.html' title='I&apos;LL BE BACK'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-6516419147356867373</id><published>2008-07-05T09:27:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:36:15.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAVIS AND BUTT-HEAD DO AMERICA (1996)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SHNPkrKfgmI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ylyWVbYKJ1E/s1600-h/BEAVIS+%26+BUTTHEAD+DO+AMERICA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SHNPkrKfgmI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ylyWVbYKJ1E/s320/BEAVIS+%26+BUTTHEAD+DO+AMERICA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220603884533154402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;BEAVIS AND BUTTHEAD DO AMERICA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 81 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Mike Judge (&lt;i style=""&gt;Office Space&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Idiocracy&lt;/i&gt;) and Yvette Kaplan (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Beavis and Butt-head&lt;/i&gt;”; “&lt;i style=""&gt;King of the Hill&lt;/i&gt;”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Mike Judge (&lt;i style=""&gt;Office Space&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Idiocracy&lt;/i&gt;) and Joe Stillman (&lt;i style=""&gt;Shrek; Shrek 2&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Mike Judge, Bruce Willis, Demi Moore, Robert Stack, Greg Kinnear, David Spade, David Letterman, Cloris Leachman, Richard Linklater, Eric Bogosian. Tracy Grandstaff&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I remember seeing “&lt;i style=""&gt;Beavis and Butt-head Do America&lt;/i&gt;” on it’s opening Friday back in 1996. I went with my good friend Diana, some pretentious doofus named Phil, and a kid who’s name escapes me that was mentally challenged (maybe?) and his big deal around school was that he thought he was Vanilla Ice. Before the move started, the Vanilla Ice kid (I can’t believe I don’t remember this kid’s name) went in front of the crowded theater and danced and free-styled. Nobody seemed to notice or care, but I thought it was pretty funny (in a kind way). Then the movie started and honest to God when I popped a copy of it into the DVD player the other day to watch it, I didn’t remember more than a couple of scenes. I watch a lot of movies, but I usually remember at least a little of the movie, especially one that was as culturally popular as this one was at the time. If you weren’t around at the time, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Beavis and Butt-head&lt;/i&gt;” was the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Friends&lt;/i&gt;” of the Gen X youth. Watching the movie I wondered why that was. I haven’t seen an episode of the show in quite some time either, but I imagine it would have more novelty than the film has. When the show first started, my friends and I used to complain about the video commentary that would interrupt the actual episodes. Now I understand why it was necessary. The characters are funny, situationally, only in small doses. There were reasons the episodes were short and the videos were included. The movie itself is now painfully dated and uncomfortably unfunny. It’s like a home video you and your buddies filmed in middle school and unearthed your senior year of high school. “But it was hilarious back then…” The jokes in the movie are stale and deal a great bit with Beavis’ masturbation issues. I laughed a couple of times, but the laughs didn’t feel very natural. They felt kind of like pity laughs. When the end credits rolled and that goddamned Red Hot Chili Peppers “Love Rollercoaster” cover played for the millionth time in the movie (they &lt;i style=""&gt;killed&lt;/i&gt; that song on MTV and the radio when the movie was released), I recalled the Vanilla Ice kid and I laughed. That laugh wasn’t a pity laugh. I guess a kid pretending to be Vanilla Ice and beat boxing is more dated than a “&lt;i style=""&gt;Beavis and Butt-head&lt;/i&gt;” movie, but it saddens me to say that in 2008 the Vanilla Ice kid holds up better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/149125053796112b/"&gt;Love Rollercoaster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engelbert Humperdinck- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/149126206736f09f/"&gt;Lesbian Seagull&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beavis-Butt-Head-America-Jacqueline-Barba/dp/B000022TT0/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1215514619&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beavis-Butt-Head-Do-America-Soundtrack/dp/B000000OVI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1215514710&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/beavis_and_butthead/videos.jhtml"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0115641/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/beavis_and_butthead_do_america/"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M36P8MOIGOk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M36P8MOIGOk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-6516419147356867373?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/6516419147356867373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=6516419147356867373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/6516419147356867373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/6516419147356867373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/07/beavis-and-butt-head-do-america-1996.html' title='BEAVIS AND BUTT-HEAD DO AMERICA (1996)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SHNPkrKfgmI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ylyWVbYKJ1E/s72-c/BEAVIS+%26+BUTTHEAD+DO+AMERICA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-2212029358147133179</id><published>2008-07-04T14:47:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T06:53:47.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU CHUCK AND LARRY (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SHEfp3szwmI/AAAAAAAAAuw/THaRYGntMh8/s1600-h/CHUCK+&amp;amp;+LARRY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219988247286104674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SHEfp3szwmI/AAAAAAAAAuw/THaRYGntMh8/s320/CHUCK+%26+LARRY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU CHUCK AND LARRY&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 110 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Dennis Dugan (&lt;i&gt;You Don’t Mess with the Zohan&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i&gt;Big Daddy&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Alexander Payne (&lt;i&gt;Election&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i&gt;Sideways&lt;/i&gt;), Jim Taylor (&lt;i&gt;Election&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i&gt;Sideways&lt;/i&gt;), and Barry Fanaro (&lt;i&gt;Men in Black II&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i&gt;Kingpin&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Adam Sandler, Kevin James, Jessica Biel, Dan Aykroyd, Ving Rhames, Steve Buscemi, David Spade, Rob Schneider, Allan Covert, Rachel Dratch, Richard Chamberlain, Nick Swardson, Dave Matthews, Lance Bass, Rob Corddry, Robert Smigel, Richard Kline, Nicholas Turturro, Dan Patrick, John Farley, Mary Pat Gleason, Dennis Dugan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Alexander Payne and Jim Payne (&lt;i&gt;Election&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i&gt;Sideways&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i&gt;About Schmidt&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i&gt;Citizen Ruth&lt;/i&gt;) co-wrote this movie? What the fuck? Okay, now that I got that out of the way, I can start the review (apparently even highly respected Oscar winners still need to earn a living? I don’t know, this still confuses the hell out of me). Hmm, let’s see- oh yes- “&lt;i&gt;I Know Pronounce You Chuck and Larry&lt;/i&gt;” is a movie starring Adam Sandler and T.V. “star” Kevin James as a couple of macho fire men who have to get married in order to provide a life insurance policy for widowed James’ children (Cole Morgan and Shelby Adamowsky). Ladies and gentlemen, let the gay bashing and balls and dick jokes commence! And that they do! But don’t worry, by the end of the film, there’s a lesson to be learned- I think it’s that even though gay people are gross and weird and different and stuff they’re okay, you know, “as long as they don’t pull any of that ‘gay shit’ on me”. Just picturing Payne and Taylor sitting at the computer typing some of the dialogue in this movie warps my brain in ways I didn’t think was possible. Still, I’m sure you noticed that I gave the movie a very generous two stars. Why? Because I suppose it serves it’s point. It was made for the exact reason that it displays itself. Is it going to make the frat crowd that worship Sandler any more tolerable for homosexuals? Doubtful. But it kind of tries (in a way like calling a gay guy a “fag” and then telling him later in secrecy that “hey dude, I’m sorry. I know I was out of line”. In fact, one scene even has Sandler protesting the word “faggot”). Sandler’s character, Chuck, of course, is a ladies man- he’s Mr. February in the “Fireman’s Hunk Calendar”- and James’ character, Larry, is still mourning the one year plus death of his wife. So the crazy comic shenanigans they get into while adjusting to their “new lifestyle” are bound to give the usual Sandler fans some chuckles (James is a lame duck- he’s strictly for sitcoms. He just doesn’t have the crossover appeal for the movies)- and granted, a few of the jokes do work. Some fall very flat- including a extended gag involving tough new firefighter, Duncan (Ving Rhames), who is inspired to come out of the closet thanks to Chuck &amp;amp; Larry doing so. The state doesn’t quite buy the marriage so they send an investigator (Steve Buscemi) out to snoop around. In defense, the two have to hire a lawyer (Jessica Biel), who is conveniently super hot, and Chuck falls for. Wonder what’s going to happen there? It’s predictable, occasionally offensive, occasionally stupid, but also occasionally funny. I wonder if we have Payne and Taylor to thank for those funny moments- even though I’m sure they get red faced whenever someone mentions this movie to them. If you had a Best Screenplay Oscar wouldn’t you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Bowie &amp;amp; Queen- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/148165813e633a55/"&gt;Under Pressure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/1481659884c04a2d/"&gt;High and Dry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Now-Pronounce-Chuck-Larry-Widescreen/dp/B000VXWX7E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1215371060&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chuckandlarry.com/index.php"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0762107/fullcredits#writers"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/i_now_pronounce_you_chuck_and_larry/"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MQiaMvAmBdY&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-2212029358147133179?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/2212029358147133179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=2212029358147133179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/2212029358147133179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/2212029358147133179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-pronounce-you-chuck-and-larry.html' title='I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU CHUCK AND LARRY (2007)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SHEfp3szwmI/AAAAAAAAAuw/THaRYGntMh8/s72-c/CHUCK+%26+LARRY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-1245422740673021751</id><published>2008-07-03T07:52:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:46:23.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LOVE GURU (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SHAUHJeJutI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WrUSpwV4ATo/s1600-h/LOVE+GURU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SHAUHJeJutI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WrUSpwV4ATo/s320/LOVE+GURU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219694081156430546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;THE LOVE GURU&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 88 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Marco Schnabel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Mike Myers (&lt;i style=""&gt;Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Wayne’s World&lt;/i&gt;) and Graham Gordy (&lt;i style=""&gt;War Eagle, Arkansas&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Mike Myers, Jessica Alba, Justin Timberlake, Ben Kingsley, Stephen Colbert, Romany Malco, Meagan Good, Omid Djalili, Jessica Simpson, Val Kilmer, Mariska Hargitay, Verne Troyer, Kanye West, Jim Gaffigan, Rob Huebel, John Oliver, Rob Blake, Telma Hopkins, Deepak Chopra, Graham Gordy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Remember how funny “&lt;i style=""&gt;Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery&lt;/i&gt;” was the first time you saw it? How “yeah baby!” and “shagadelic” and all those annoying catch phrases hadn’t been imitated by every single male that went to your school (in my case a very southern school- nothing beats hearing a redneck in camouflage doing his best “do I make you horny?” every single day in gym). Then came the next “Austin &lt;i style=""&gt;Powers&lt;/i&gt;” and the joke got old fast, but that didn’t stop the third “&lt;i style=""&gt;Austin Powers&lt;/i&gt;” where the jokes had become so old and overused they might as well have been Fatty Arbuckle vehicles. That’s what Mike Myer’s latest movie, “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Love Guru&lt;/i&gt;”, is like- except the jokes get third “&lt;i style=""&gt;Austin Powers&lt;/i&gt;” old ten minutes into the movie and then there’s still another hour and fifteen minutes to go. What happened to Myers? Was I the only one that found “&lt;i style=""&gt;So I Married an Axe Murderer&lt;/i&gt;” funny? Ditto both the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Wayne’s World&lt;/i&gt;” movies (particularly the massively underrated sequel- weird for Myers)? “&lt;i style=""&gt;Austin Powers&lt;/i&gt;” literally ruined the man’s comedic talents. I still stand by the first film as being extremely funny, but the sequels… well, we’ve all ready been down that path in this review. But the point is, Myers believes the multi-million dollar success of the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Powers&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Shrek&lt;/i&gt;” franchises have given him the freedom to do whatever the hell he wants and he &lt;i style=""&gt;seriously&lt;/i&gt; believes just because he’s &lt;i style=""&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; Mike Myers people will watch it and think it’s funny. How quickly everyone forgets “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Cat in the Hat&lt;/i&gt;” fiasco. Here Myers plays a character that wouldn’t fill a six minute “&lt;i style=""&gt;SNL&lt;/i&gt;” sketch, yet alone a feature film, named Guru Pitka- a self help guru who is considered the second best in the world compared to some other guru. Pitka dreams of being number one and appearing on the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;/i&gt;” show. The only way to do that, apparently, is to reunite a hockey star named Darren Roanoke (Romany Malco) with his estranged girlfriend (Meagan Good). The problem is that the girlfriend is involved with rival hockey star, Jacques Grande (Justin Timberlake- overdoing it a bit, buddy). There’s also a romantic subplot involving Pitka and Toronto Maple Leafs owner Jane Bullard (Jessica Alba- actually trying her best, but you know she has no one blame but herself- she keeps making these kind of movies- i.e. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Good Luck Chuck&lt;/i&gt;”). But let’s get down to what “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Love Guru&lt;/i&gt;” is really about- cramming in as many penis and shit jokes as humanly possible in under ninety minutes that won’t force the censors to let the film get an “R” rating. That much the movie accomplishes. If that sounds like the type of movie for you- well you’re dreams have been answered.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Myers- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/14773284d6f25f1f/"&gt;9 to 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Myers &amp;amp; Manu Narayan- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/14773275dc7e5200/"&gt;More Than Words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/showtimes/changeloc?p=mov&amp;amp;date=20080705&amp;amp;mid=1809932977&amp;amp;prm="&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Guru-Original-Soundtrack/dp/B0018BD96C/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1215303560&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovegurumovie.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0811138/"&gt;Internet Movie Database&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/love_guru/"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TLB1r9lh7gY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TLB1r9lh7gY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-1245422740673021751?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/1245422740673021751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=1245422740673021751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/1245422740673021751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/1245422740673021751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-guru-2008.html' title='THE LOVE GURU (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SHAUHJeJutI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WrUSpwV4ATo/s72-c/LOVE+GURU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-7548035148636892571</id><published>2008-07-01T01:01:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:22:47.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GIGLI (2003)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SG5y73FR38I/AAAAAAAAAug/cXTVHAkMdzA/s1600-h/15524__gigli_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 266px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SG5y73FR38I/AAAAAAAAAug/cXTVHAkMdzA/s320/15524__gigli_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219235390892924866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;GIGLI&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 121 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Martin Brest ("&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scent of a Woman&lt;/span&gt;"; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet Joe Black&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Martin Brest ("&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going in Style&lt;/span&gt;"; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot Tomorrows&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Ben Affleck, Jennifer Lopez, Al Pacino, Christopher Walken, Justin Bartha, Lenny Venito, Lainie Kazan, Missy Crider, Peter Van Norten, Shelby Fenner  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I avoided “&lt;i style=""&gt;Gigli&lt;/i&gt;” as long as I could even though there was a burning curiosity deep inside of me that wanted to watch it. I had to see how &lt;i style=""&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt; it really was. I started watching it when I was in Reno and couldn’t make it past the thirty minute mark. It was bad, I thought to myself, but not that bad. Sure enough, upon finally completing the entire film, the movie isn’t as bad as the general public was lead to believe. However, make no mistake this is not a good film. The immortal Jennifer Lopez line “gobble, gobble” will go down in history as one of the worst in cinema history. Let’s face it, the Ben Affleck/Jennifer Lopez relationship was so played out by the point of the movie’s release that the critics went in hungry, waiting eagerly to rip it apart. And they did, so much in fact, that it still gets mentioned when bad movies are brought up (it is currently ranked #80 on the Internet Movie Database’s &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/chart/bottom?tt0299930"&gt;Bottom 100 list&lt;/a&gt;). I can’t defend the movie and I don’t want to, but I will say that I have seen much worse in my lifetime. Affleck stars as Larry Gigli, a low level hood who is assigned a mission to kidnap the mentally challenged son (Justin Bartha) of a district attorney. When he arrives to pick up the young adult-ish Brian, he runs into his new partner, Ricki (Lopez), a sassy lesbian whom didn’t know she had a partner in the assignment and neither did Gigli. Uh-oh! He’s a piggish, male chauvinist and she’s a bitchy man hater- combined with a silly ol’ retard and this is going to make for one &lt;i style=""&gt;crazy&lt;/i&gt; road trip! (Wherever they’re going). Sure enough, an unlikely love story develops between Gigli and Ricki (leading up to “gobble, gobble”) and they also both grow attached to the lovable and dim Brian, who thinks the whole time that they are driving to the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Baywatch&lt;/i&gt;”. At a minute over the two hour mark it’s a wonder what anyone was thinking. Editing this down to ninety minutes or so and a couple of re-writes and maybe, just &lt;i style=""&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; this might have worked. After all director Martin Brest isn’t Uwe Boll. He’s an Oscar nominee for “&lt;i style=""&gt;Scent of a Woman&lt;/i&gt;” and he directed the Brad Pitt starring remake of “&lt;i style=""&gt;Meet Joe Black&lt;/i&gt;” that remains unseen by me, but everyone else seems to love. So what went wrong? Way too much press backfired (the other “Bennifer” movie, Kevin Smith’s “&lt;i style=""&gt;Jersey Girl&lt;/i&gt;” also bombed commercially and critically)? Did Brest give himself a script that just wasn’t workable (his first script since 1979)? I say that it’s just a mess all around. The all too brief cameos from Christopher Walken and&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Al &lt;/span&gt;Pacino bring so much to the table in this film, that in a normal movie it would just be considered scenes featuring them- here their scenes &lt;b style=""&gt;are&lt;/b&gt; the movie. Gobble, Gobble. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Mix A Lot- &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/chart/bottom?tt0299930"&gt;Baby Got Back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gigli-Ben-Affleck/dp/B0000DKDUT/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1215089968&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gigli/dp/B0000AVHCV/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1215089836&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/catalog/catalogDetail_DVD043396087576.html"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0299930/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/gigli/"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I couldn’t find the trailer for the movie on YouTube for some strange reason, so here’s the best part of the movie instead:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/64Ut9ZemvGE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/64Ut9ZemvGE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-7548035148636892571?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/7548035148636892571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=7548035148636892571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/7548035148636892571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/7548035148636892571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/07/gigli-2003.html' title='GIGLI (2003)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SG5y73FR38I/AAAAAAAAAug/cXTVHAkMdzA/s72-c/15524__gigli_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-2285181955157834387</id><published>2008-06-30T03:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:06:11.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KISSED (1996)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGy98XVcgzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/MT4UJHk71EY/s1600-h/KISSED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 215px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGy98XVcgzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/MT4UJHk71EY/s320/KISSED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218754912969327410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;KISSED&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 78 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Lynne Stopkewich ("&lt;i style=""&gt;The L Word&lt;/i&gt;”; &lt;i style=""&gt;Suspicious River&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Lynne Stopkewich (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Atwood Stories&lt;/i&gt;”; &lt;i style=""&gt;Suspicious River&lt;/i&gt;) and Angus Fraser (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Terminal City&lt;/i&gt;”; &lt;i style=""&gt;A Girl is a Girl&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Molly Parker, Peter Outerbridge, Jay Brazeau, Natasha Morley, Jessie Winter Mudie, James Timmons&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Kissed&lt;/i&gt;” isn’t exactly about a very often used film subject, you know, being about necrophilia and all (unless you count those dozen or so ‘backwoods’ horror films like “&lt;i style=""&gt;Hills Have Eyes&lt;/i&gt;” and why should you?). Movies that tackle issues that audiences usually walk into with preconceived notions against the protagonist’s actions have it tough. Take “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Woodsman&lt;/i&gt;” for example- a movie where Kevin Bacon played a child molester recently released from prison. That film tried to give a human face/soul to people that the human race generally doesn’t give one too. I didn’t like the movie because I thought it tried too hard and even still it was tough to find Bacon’s character sympathetic. Comparing child molestation and necrophilia is an apple and oranges kind of deal. Is it more wrong to take advantage of a helpless child and scar him for life or to be taken advantage of when, you know, you’re &lt;i style=""&gt;dead&lt;/i&gt;? Sandra Larson (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Deadwood&lt;/i&gt;”’s Molly Parker) has had a fascination with death her entire life. As a young pre-teen (Natasha Morley) she and her best friend, Carol (Jessie Winter Mudie) would collect road kill and give them proper burials, but at night Sandra would return and dig up the graves and hold the bodies. In any other movie, this would be where the film would start turning into the horror category. Here it is weird, yet her fascination is so passionate it’s hard to explain. One day, after gathering road kill, Sandra and Carol undress and dance in the woods and Carol catches Sandra rubbing a dead animal in a rather sexual way all over her neck. The friendship, naturally, ends right there. Now grown up, Sandra is distant and has just earned her dream job working at a morgue. She even gets a boyfriend, Matt (Peter Outerbridge), who likes her even after she confesses to him that she has a fantasy of sleeping with a dead man (Molly Parker is hot and all, but that is &lt;i style=""&gt;devotion&lt;/i&gt;). It doesn’t take too long before Sandra makes that fantasy a reality. So what is the film about? A grown woman who is into necrophilia and trying to juggle having an actual relationship where “live” sex just doesn’t do it for her. How do you make a relationship like that work? More importantly how do you make a &lt;i style=""&gt;movie&lt;/i&gt; like that work? Somehow Canadian director Lynne Stopkewich does it. It is also, most impressively, her &lt;i style=""&gt;debut&lt;/i&gt; film. The movie depends so much on Molly Parker’s performance and she delivers. It was the role that after years of mingling in made for T.V. movies and cancelled shows, she finally broke into the indie world. Now she is finally getting her due as an amazing actress and what a job she does here. Kevin Bacon, a decent actor, just wasn’t strong enough to sway the audience in “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Woodsman&lt;/i&gt;” the way Parker does here. Her passion and need for love is displayed so delicately that even though she is, without question, not all there mentally- you understand why and just kind of accept it. I think it goes without saying that this is not a film for everybody, so please don’t Netflix it and then call me a lunatic for recommending a movie about a girl that sleeps with dead guys (it really is done rather tastefully, believe it or not). I thought it was well made and under extremely difficult circumstances too. It’s easy to make a movie about assassins or cute animated robots and make them accessible to practically everybody, but to make a movie like this and have it accessible to anyone is a challenge. Stopkewich and Parker are up for it and they pull it off. Hey some people have foot fetishes, others have dead people fetishes. We live in a strange world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah MacLachlan- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/14582094ece3f9bd/"&gt;Fumbling Towards Ecstasy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kissed-Molly-Parker/dp/B0009X7BH8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1215085264&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kissed-Motion-Picture-Soundtrack-Enhanced/dp/B000005DDK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1215085286&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116783/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/kissed/"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fA1Vr4OdhlU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fA1Vr4OdhlU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-2285181955157834387?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/2285181955157834387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=2285181955157834387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/2285181955157834387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/2285181955157834387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/kissed-1996.html' title='KISSED (1996)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGy98XVcgzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/MT4UJHk71EY/s72-c/KISSED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-2573677209353951976</id><published>2008-06-27T07:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:59:43.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY GUY PRESENTS BLUE HARVEST (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGpf5xsvcYI/AAAAAAAAAuA/JOig1sovjmk/s1600-h/Family+Guy+Blue+Harvest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 251px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGpf5xsvcYI/AAAAAAAAAuA/JOig1sovjmk/s320/Family+Guy+Blue+Harvest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218088564460319106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;FAMILY GUY PRESENTS BLUE HARVEST&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Not Rated&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 48 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Dominic Polcino (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Family Guy&lt;/i&gt;”; “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;”) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Alec Sulkin (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Family Guy&lt;/i&gt;”; “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Late Show with Craig Kilborn&lt;/i&gt;”) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Seth MacFarlane, Alex Borstein, Seth Green, Mila Kunis, Mike Henry, Chevy Chase, Beverly D’ Angelo, Leslie Nielsen, Rush Lumbaugh, Patrick Warburton, Adam West, Judd Nelson, Phil LaMarr, Lori Alan, Mike Hucknall, Alec Sulkin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The power goes off at the beginning of the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Family Guy&lt;/i&gt;” spoof of “&lt;i style=""&gt;Star Wars&lt;/i&gt;”. Bored and with nothing to do without T.V. (an old “&lt;i style=""&gt;Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;” trick), Peter Griffin- the father of the family for those who are from another planet that haven’t heard of this show- decides to tell a story. Of course, the story is the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Family Guy&lt;/i&gt;” take on the first “&lt;i style=""&gt;Star Wars&lt;/i&gt;” movies- the one from 1977- I’m not going to get into all that Episode this and Episode that bullshit. Seeing the success that Cartoon Network’s “&lt;i style=""&gt;Robot Chicken&lt;/i&gt;” (co-created by “&lt;i style=""&gt;Family Guy&lt;/i&gt;”’s son Chris, Seth Green), Fox decided to package the episode as a stand alone DVD and even made a “collector’s edition” that included a useless extra disc of bonus materials and a t-shirt (there’s a funny bit at the end where Chris mentions that “&lt;i style=""&gt;’Robot Chicken&lt;/i&gt;’ did this months ago”). There is apparently an intense rivalry between “&lt;i style=""&gt;Family Guy&lt;/i&gt;” devotees and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;” devotees about which show is better (if you ever get a chance to read this message board battles do so- because if you’re feeling down about your life, you’ll feel much better afterwards). To me, “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;” wins hands down, even “&lt;i style=""&gt;Family Guy&lt;/i&gt;” creator Seth MacFarlane admits his show wouldn’t even exist without it. I feel “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;” has the upper hand simply because there is deeper character depth and it doesn’t rely solely on pop culture and repeat gags (not to say that it doesn’t use both of them, but just not to the phenomenal extent that the latter does). “&lt;i style=""&gt;Family Guy&lt;/i&gt;”, however, does what it does very well and I have laughed my ass off many a times at it, so in my book it succeeds and to go back and forth on which show is better is pretty ridiculous when both are damned well entertaining and serve their purposes quite brilliantly. For instance, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Family Guy&lt;/i&gt;”’s use of pop culture humor is what makes it able to carry a forty eight minute spoof “&lt;i style=""&gt;Star Wars&lt;/i&gt;” and make it absolutely hilarious, when it’s done you even want more. The show has fun here and it’s evident that everyone involved is giving a film that practically everybody worships a loving jab. Peter is Han Solo; Chris is Luke Skywalker; Lois is Princess Leia; Brian is Chewbacca; and Stewie is Darth Vader. Meg is reduced to a brief cameo as a one eyed creature during the trash compactor sequence (in which a stoned C-3PO (Quagmire) saves the day). The show follows the plot of the movie pretty straight forward throwing in it’s trademark humor and what can I say? It works. It even works better than those four or five episodes they strung together previously and tried to market as “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Family Guy Movie&lt;/i&gt;” about Stewie and time travel… and well, that’s a whole other review. If you like the show chances are you’ve all ready seen this (it’s not like I’m really breaking out an advanced review here or anything), so you know what I’m talking about. If you do like the show and you haven’t seen it, then you should, you’ll enjoy it. If you’re a “&lt;i style=""&gt;Star Wars&lt;/i&gt;” fan that hasn’t seen this or “&lt;i style=""&gt;Robot Chicken&lt;/i&gt;”, then I recommend that you Netflix or Blockbuster both of their "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt;" spoofs and I guarantee you you’ll at least get a few laughs- even if you don’t feel the force is too strong with either of them. It is, however, strong enough to make me laugh and that’s good enough for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/14521885d5366cdf/"&gt;Family Guy Theme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Williams Orchestra- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/1452113099f709a6/"&gt;Theme from “&lt;i style=""&gt;Star Wars&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Family-Guy-Harvest-limited-collectibles/dp/B000YRY8CU/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1214928867&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGkUHkk3neI/AAAAAAAAAt4/TDv1d5H0MTw/s320/WANTED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217723763595386338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;WANTED&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 110 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Timur Bekmambetov (&lt;i style=""&gt;Night Watch&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Day Watch&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Michael Brandt (&lt;i style=""&gt;3:10 to Yuma&lt;/i&gt; (2007); &lt;i style=""&gt;2 Fast 2 Furious&lt;/i&gt;), Derek Haas (&lt;i style=""&gt;3:10 to Yuma&lt;/i&gt; (2007), and Chris Morgan (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Fast and The Furious&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;i style=""&gt;Tokyo Drift; Cellular&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Angelina Jolie, Morgan Freeman, James McAvoy, Terence Stamp, Common, Kristen Hager, Thomas Kretschmann, Marc Warren, David O’Hara, Konstantin Khabensky, Dato Bakhtadze, Chris Pratt, Lorna Scott, Scarlett Sperduto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Wanted&lt;/i&gt;” is “&lt;i style=""&gt;Fight Club&lt;/i&gt;” amped up to be a live action video game. Watching the film opening night at the theaters, which I feel I have to add the crowd was oddly silent for a change, I kept expecting the film to stop and give me the option to press the “X” button to continue on from the dialogue sequences to start playing the game again. It deals with Corporate America anonymity/frustration and what if you got to toss all of it away to become a really cool assassin that hung out with a gang of really cool assassins that had gnarly nicknames like “Fox”, “Gunsmith”, “The Butcher”, and “The Exterminator”? I mentioned “&lt;i style=""&gt;Fight Club&lt;/i&gt;” not only due to the Corporate America similarities but also due to the fact that the film feels it needs to tack on a really boring “see it coming a mile away” twist (nothing like the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Fight Club&lt;/i&gt;” twist- don’t worry I didn’t spoil it for you- if you don’t see the twist coming anyway, then you were probably text messaging during most of the movie instead of watching it). The action scenes are a clusterfuck of the last few “&lt;i style=""&gt;Mission: Impossible&lt;/i&gt;” movies and, of course, “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Matrix&lt;/i&gt;”. Are they boring? No, not really. They are entertaining for the most part. They are a tad obnoxious though. The cinematographer (Mitchell Amundsen) feels he needs to throw out every cool hyper image he can at us until, alas, we do feel like we are playing “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanted&lt;/span&gt;” the video game, instead of watching “&lt;i style=""&gt;Wanted&lt;/i&gt;” the movie. James McAvoy stars as Wesley Gibson. A Corporate American drone who has a bitchy fat boss (Lorna Scott) who berates him, a bitchy girlfriend (Kristin Hager) who’s sleeping with his best friend (Chris Pratt), and as he tells “Fox” later in the film he “doesn’t know who I am!”. Don’t we all, buddy. Try going to my job for a day and going through twenty fours in my shoes. But that’s besides the point, we are aware of Wesley’s angst through his (once again) “&lt;i style=""&gt;Fight Club&lt;/i&gt;” styled narration and then he has a near assassination moment at a conveince store by a rogue assassin (Thomas Kretschmann). He is “saved” by Fox (Angelina Jolie) and quickly informed that he is the son of a recently murdered gun for hire that was part of an alliance that Fox is also part of. Wesley being the son of someone in the alliance has it in his blood to be a natural born killer and through some played out training sequences with neato camera visuals we see that it is, in fact, true. Next step, the band of assassins- who happen to figure out who to kill next due to some weird code that is printed out on some kind of cloth- need to take care of the scum that killed Wesley’s father. Wesley, reluctant at first to join, changes his mind after he finds his father’s savings ($3 million plus) in his bank account)- and in one of the movie’s most enjoyable sequences gets to quit his job and give his best friend what’s coming to him in style. He also gets to show his girlfriend that he can do much better when shows up at their old apartment to retrieve a gun and Fox makes out with him in front of her just to piss her off (who wouldn’t want that?). The entertainment aspect of the movie, I suppose, is not it’s problem. As you will see if you click the Rotten Tomatoes link below, the movie currently has a 73% overall rating, which honestly shocked the hell out of me when I pulled it up. Critics certainly are a finicky bunch aren’t they? Slamming something decent one week (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Happening&lt;/i&gt;”) and then praising a re-hased rather unoriginal action picture they next. I guess even critics sometimes fall victim to a movie’s flashy style-over-substance (which admittedly &lt;i style=""&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; work if done correctly) just like normal audiences do too. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Wanted&lt;/i&gt;” is not a bad movie, it’s just kind of an arrogant one. It wants to let you know that it has all this style, but it doesn’t want you think hard enough to remember that this isn’t the first time you’ve seen something like this. Guy Ritchie and the Wachowski Brothers were doing this ten years ago. If you see this movie, you will not be bored. You will more than likely guess the plot twist early on and then you can just turn your brain off and watch things go “boom” for the rest of the movie. I’d say you could just watch Angelina Jolie too, but she kind of isn’t in the movie as much as advertised and she’s starting to show her age a little too. When I see her now, I don’t see an actress like I used to (I, for one and call me crazy, never thought she was the hottest lady ever- that award belongs to someone I know). I see a tabloid queen. Her acting skills here don’t do much to make anybody forget that either. The one-liners the dialogue weak screenplay (three screenwriters folks- all of whom have worked on "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fast and Furious&lt;/span&gt;" sequels) give her and all the others don’t do much for anybody- her, McAvoy (looking odd not dressed in Victorian era costumes), or Morgan Freeman. But, hey, it’s summer right? These are the kind of movies that are supposed to be coming out. So explain to me how “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull&lt;/span&gt;” did it so much better (and smarter)?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Elfman- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/144623004c1f43ef/"&gt;The Little Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Elfman- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/14462263e26b2a53/"&gt;Fate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0493464/cinemashowtimes?location=change"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wanted-Ann-Atkinson/dp/B0019Y8G5M/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1214843508&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wantedmovie.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0493464/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/wanted/"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7ftozVc3lI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7ftozVc3lI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-5113534768020509110?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/5113534768020509110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=5113534768020509110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/5113534768020509110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/5113534768020509110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/wanted-2008.html' title='WANTED (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGkUHkk3neI/AAAAAAAAAt4/TDv1d5H0MTw/s72-c/WANTED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-8728313007111578965</id><published>2008-06-25T07:08:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:26:24.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY (1988)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGToAw2kehI/AAAAAAAAAto/N4Bi_FpSNa8/s1600-h/bright3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 285px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGToAw2kehI/AAAAAAAAAto/N4Bi_FpSNa8/s320/bright3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216549368213305874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 107 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: James Bridges (&lt;i style=""&gt;Urban Cowboy&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;The China Syndrome&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Jay McInerney (&lt;i style=""&gt;Gia&lt;/i&gt;; 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Fox, Kiefer Sutherland, Phoebe Cates, Dianne Wiest, Jason Robards, Kelly Lynch, Swoosie Kurtz, Tracy Pollan, John Houseman, Annabelle Gurwitch, David Hyde Pierce, Jessica Lundy, William Hickey, Charlie Schlatter, Sam Robards, Reni Santoni&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Bright Lights, Big City&lt;/i&gt;” is one of my favorite drug movies (aren’t they all?) and it is certainly one of the more underrated ones. Based on the memoirs of screenwriter Jay McInerney, the movie is propelled by a powerhouse performance by none other than Marty McFly himself, Michael J. Fox. Yeah, that’s that right, a powerhouse performance by Michael J. Fox. You read it right. After watching him yuck it up on “&lt;i style=""&gt;Family Ties&lt;/i&gt;” and adequately go through the “this is heavy Doc!”s in “&lt;i style=""&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/i&gt;” (not to mention fucking “&lt;i style=""&gt;Teen Wolf&lt;/i&gt;”), Fox really proves himself as one hell of an actor here. The real shame, despite the movie’s anonymity, is that he was never really given the chance to give another performance like this. There was “&lt;i style=""&gt;Causalities of War&lt;/i&gt;”, but he was stuck with the Charlie Sheen “&lt;i style=""&gt;Platoon&lt;/i&gt;” part while Sean Penn got to chew up the scenery. Then it was off to forgettable clunkers like “&lt;i style=""&gt;Life with Mikey&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Greedy&lt;/i&gt;”, until his eventual return to TV with the lame “&lt;i style=""&gt;Spin City&lt;/i&gt;” (only to be replaced by none other than Charlie Sheen). His extremely unfortunate bout with Parkinson’s disease has forced him out of the business and watching this movie is not only depressing due to it’s subject matter, but also due to a talent that was generally wasted by what was surely management that preferred to market Fox as Alex Keaton and Marty McFly. What a shame. There’s a sequence here where a wasted Fox gives what Roger Ebert has all ready beaten me to the punch on as describing as an amazing monologue about how lost he is and how it’s the best work of Fox’s career. He plays a thinly disguised version of McInerney named Jamie Conway here. He works for a successful magazine as an editor, but spends his nights coked up and drunk with his best friend Tad (Kiefer Sutherland). He is habitually late to work, having to stay late to make up assignments that he usually butchers anyways, and has to rely on the kindness of a caring co-worker (Swoosie Kurtz) whom he doesn’t even have the decency to show up to meet for a scheduled lunch date. Conway is still busted up over his failed marriage to Amanda (the ever beautiful Phoebe Cates), who also got hooked on coke and then became a big deal in the modeling scene and left him. The coke problem has gotten more and more out of hand until it’s taken over his life. He loses his job and finds the endless nights of partying with Tad blending together. Black screens pop up with white words printed on them that read things like “Monday- What ever Happened to Sunday?”. I was never a big fan of cocaine personally. I didn’t like the way it made me feel, but I identified with why people would like it, why they would love it. It’s a drug, that like the girl that screws Leonardo DiCaprio in “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Basketball Diaries&lt;/i&gt;” tells him will make him “fuck like Superman”- I interpreted that more as feel like Superman. The only problem is, like every drug (sorry to get so drug preachy in all my drug movie reviews lately by the way), it has it’s built in kryptonite and once it starts to take effect you start to feel less and less like Superman and more and more like a regular person- or worse yet, not even a regular person. Just a shadow. That’s what “&lt;i style=""&gt;Bright Lights, Big City&lt;/i&gt;” is about- wanting to be Superman, but ending up being just a shadow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Order- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/14292239a967709c/"&gt;True Faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Ferry- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/142945325a0397b4/"&gt;Kiss and Tell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bright-Lights-Big-City-Michael/dp/B00009OWJR/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1214570875&amp;amp;sr=1-1%C3%A2%C2%80%C2%99"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bright-Lights-Big-City-Soundtrack/dp/B000008DRD/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1214571000&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094799/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/bright_lights_big_city/"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OiGlxJfPVA8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OiGlxJfPVA8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-8728313007111578965?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/8728313007111578965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=8728313007111578965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/8728313007111578965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/8728313007111578965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/bright-lights-big-city-1988.html' title='BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY (1988)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGToAw2kehI/AAAAAAAAAto/N4Bi_FpSNa8/s72-c/bright3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-3177515211588358150</id><published>2008-06-24T07:32:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:49:53.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SECRETARY (2002)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGO6GS0SXWI/AAAAAAAAAtg/_1xrtGygpO0/s1600-h/Secretary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGO6GS0SXWI/AAAAAAAAAtg/_1xrtGygpO0/s320/Secretary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216217410718293346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;SECRETARY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 104 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Steven Shainberg (&lt;i style=""&gt;Fur: An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Hit Me&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Erin Cressida Wilson (&lt;i style=""&gt;Fur: An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;My Lunch with Larry&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Maggie Gyllenhaal, James Spader, Jeremy Davies, Lesley Ann Warren, Amy Locane, Stephen McHattie, Erin Cressida Wilson, Jessica Tuck, Oz Perkins, Lily Knight, Lacey Kohl, Steven Shainberg, Patrick Bauchau&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I had been recommended “&lt;i style=""&gt;Secretary&lt;/i&gt;” for years from various people. “It’s weird”, they would say, “You’ll like it”. I always find it funny when people recommend movies to me that they think that are “weird” because a) most of the time they aren’t very weird b) despite the fact that I watch a good amount of independent cinema, does that make me a weird movie fan? It’s not like I have a poster of “&lt;i style=""&gt;Eraserhead&lt;/i&gt;” hanging up in my room (though I did have a picture of David Lynch under my “heroes” section on my now deleted Myspace profile). “&lt;i style=""&gt;Secretary&lt;/i&gt;” is, in fact, not a weird movie, which is not why I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it, because it wasn’t a good film. It was shallow and wasted a wonderful and brave performance by Maggie Gyllenhaal- who gives it her all and let’s the director do what he wants and he wastes her. James Spader, usually a great addition to any film, doesn’t cut it as a romantic lead. He &lt;i style=""&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; weird and although his character, Edward Grey, is offbeat, he comes across more as creepy than misunderstood. When he starts spanking his new secretary Lee (Gyllenhaal) - the scene doesn’t come across as sweet as some critics/fans have stated or sexual, but as disturbing. I didn’t want Lee and him to fall in love. I thought her character was too sweet and good for him and I’m pretty sure that’s not what the director Steven Shainberg was going for. Edward Grey seems more likely to end up on the front page of a newspaper as a newly discovered serial killer than as the guy that sweeps up Lee in a piss stained wedding dress to whisk her away to a happy ending (you’ll have to see the movie to understand, but really, if you want my advice, I wouldn’t bother). The movie has gained cult status due to it’s dealing with S &amp;amp; M and such, but it doesn’t really divulge into the subject as much as it’s been hyped or perhaps should have. There are some spankings and such, though it doesn’t feel sexy or romantic. Maybe I don’t understand, I don’t know, but if the point of “&lt;i style=""&gt;Secretary&lt;/i&gt;” was to help me understand then it didn’t get the job done. It’d be fired.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/142488764230c00e/"&gt;I Will Survive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Faint- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/142485212c716208/"&gt;Agenda Suicide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Secretary-Maggie-Gyllenhaal/dp/B00008DDSC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1214493484&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Secretary-Various-Artists/dp/B00006L3OV/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1214493616&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secretarythemovie.co.uk/html/home.html"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mW_LBtfX0ME&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mW_LBtfX0ME&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-3177515211588358150?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/3177515211588358150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=3177515211588358150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/3177515211588358150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/3177515211588358150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/secretary-2002.html' title='SECRETARY (2002)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGO6GS0SXWI/AAAAAAAAAtg/_1xrtGygpO0/s72-c/Secretary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-5347209807045544758</id><published>2008-06-23T11:08:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T08:44:02.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO (1991)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGOL-dWIMbI/AAAAAAAAAtY/nwwt3Sml-AI/s1600-h/My+Own+Private+Idaho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGOL-dWIMbI/AAAAAAAAAtY/nwwt3Sml-AI/s320/My+Own+Private+Idaho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216166698570756530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 104 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Gus Van Sant (&lt;i style=""&gt;Good Will Hunting&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Drugstore Cowboy&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Gus Van Sant (&lt;i style=""&gt;Drugstore Cowboy&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Elephant&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: River Phoenix, Keanu Reeves, Jim Caviezel, Flea, James Russo, William Richert, Chiara Caselli, Udo Kier, Grace Zabriskie, Michael Parker, Jessie Thomas, Rodney Harvey, Brian Wilson, Tiger Warren, Gus Van Sant&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Gus Van Sant and the word pretentious just go together. I think he himself is woefully aware of his own pretentious leanings and plays towards them and doesn’t care if you, the viewer, like it or not. For that I highly respect him. After receiving his first best director Oscar nomination for the extremely overrated “&lt;i style=""&gt;Good Will Hunting&lt;/i&gt;” (after the Oscars really fucked up and omitted both him and Spike Lee in 1989 for Van Sant’s “&lt;i style=""&gt;Drugstore Cowboy&lt;/i&gt;” and Lee’s “&lt;i style=""&gt;Do the Right Thing&lt;/i&gt;”), he was all set to go in Hollywood. His prior try out for the non-indie circuit, the wicked and excellent dark comedy, “&lt;i style=""&gt;To Die For&lt;/i&gt;”, didn’t make a big enough splash to ensure him a front door entrance. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Good Will&lt;/i&gt;” certainly did though, and after the curious scene by scene remake of “&lt;i style=""&gt;Psycho&lt;/i&gt;”, he made a cookie cutter “&lt;i style=""&gt;Good Will&lt;/i&gt;” clone called “&lt;i style=""&gt;Finding Forrester&lt;/i&gt;”, which rightfully failed at the box office (“Who’s the man now, dawg?”). What to do next? Make a trilogy of extremely slow paced, beautifully filmed movies about real life and how people actually react to situations: “&lt;i style=""&gt;Elephant&lt;/i&gt;”- one of the best films I’ve ever seen- a thinly disguised take on the Columbine massacre; “&lt;i style=""&gt;Gerry&lt;/i&gt;”- about two men who get lost in the desert and have to face the fact that they are probably going to die; and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Last Days&lt;/i&gt;”, the only unsuccessful one (in my opinion)- a fictionalized account of Kurt Cobain’s final days before his suicide. He hasn’t gone back to the studios since and all three of those films were either highly praised or highly criticized, with you guessed it- the word “pretentious” being the front runner of all the critiques. Yet, these were many of the same critics that adored Van Sant’s follow-up to his career breakout “&lt;i style=""&gt;Drugstore Cowboy&lt;/i&gt;”- a movie called “&lt;i style=""&gt;My Private Idaho&lt;/i&gt;”- a gay road trip movie based on Shakespeare’s plays “&lt;i style=""&gt;Henry IV&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Henry V&lt;/i&gt;” (modernly updated naturally). The movie, mainly due to it’s gay content and River Phoenix’s outstanding performance, has gained a massive cult audience since it’s release and is considered Van Sant’s masterpiece by most critics. How they can let this one slip by without the “P” word being thrown out and rail on “&lt;i style=""&gt;Gerry&lt;/i&gt;” is beyond me. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Idaho&lt;/i&gt;” literally screams with pretentiousness at the viewer from the screen. The sex scenes, for example, are shot with the actors/actresses standing completely still, shot by shot moved into different positions, yet never physically moving themselves. Not to mention the use of the Shakespeare dialogue (long before Baz Luhrmann made it cinematically acceptable). The movie also wanders around rather aimlessly. It’s gay hustler heroes- Mike (Phoenix), a narcoleptic who desperately wants to find his mother, and Scott (Keanu Reeves- very, very good believe it or not), a traveler in the world of depravity as his father’s fortune will soon also be his own- kind of just show up from place to place. Hustling in Portland, going to Europe in search of Mike’s mom, Mike waking up alone in Idaho… It’s certainly not a movie for everyone and when it was over I wasn’t sure if it was a movie for me. I do consider myself a fan of Van Sant. Even when he fails, as in “&lt;i style=""&gt;Last Days&lt;/i&gt;”, I admire the heart and soul he puts into his pictures. He is no lazy director and he is someone who generally appreciates that he has the opportunity to make motion pictures and gets the chance to use them as an actual art form instead of as a cash cow (minus “&lt;i style=""&gt;Finding Forrester&lt;/i&gt;” of course). “&lt;i style=""&gt;My Own Private Idaho&lt;/i&gt;” is a love it or hate it kind of movie, though I found myself stuck right in the middle of love and ambivalence instead. It was hard to ignore the brilliant performances, but it was also hard not roll my eyes a lot. “We have heard the chimes at midnight”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pogues- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/1423963959ec9370/"&gt;The Old Main Drag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/142401670359c420/"&gt;Cherish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Own-Private-Idaho-Criterion-Collection/dp/B00005JLHW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1212943565&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; (Criterion)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xA0U0otWuzE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xA0U0otWuzE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-5347209807045544758?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/5347209807045544758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=5347209807045544758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/5347209807045544758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/5347209807045544758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-own-private-idaho-1991.html' title='MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO (1991)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGOL-dWIMbI/AAAAAAAAAtY/nwwt3Sml-AI/s72-c/My+Own+Private+Idaho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-2559092751114655955</id><published>2008-06-22T02:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:01:38.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>COME EARLY MORNING (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGIxc2W6z6I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/lAWu5vUmdQc/s1600-h/ComeEarlyMorningSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 199px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGIxc2W6z6I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/lAWu5vUmdQc/s320/ComeEarlyMorningSM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215785690146197410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;COME EARLY MORNING&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 97 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Joey Lauren Adams&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Joey Lauren Adams&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Ashley Judd, Diane Ladd, Laura Pepron, Tim Blake Nelson, Jeffrey Donovan, Scott Wilson, Stacey Keach, Ray McKinnon, Jeff Nichols, Jason Davis, James Cotton, Pat Corley&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Indie actress veteran Joey Lauren Adams (and former longtime girlfriend of Kevin Smith) has paid her dues. She’s been in a lot of your favorite movies- “&lt;i style=""&gt;Dazed and Confused&lt;/i&gt;”, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Chasing Amy&lt;/i&gt;”, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Mallrats&lt;/i&gt;”, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back&lt;/i&gt;”, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Bio-Dome&lt;/i&gt;”- er, scratch that last one. If you don’t know her&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;by name, you’ll instantly recognize her by her look and voice (which isn’t to everyone’s liking), if you aren’t a big independent movie fan than you’ll probably know her best as Adam Sandler’s lawyer girlfriend in “&lt;i style=""&gt;Big Daddy&lt;/i&gt;”. Always a very talented actress, Ms. Adams makes her film debut with the disappointedly flat and uninspired “&lt;i style=""&gt;Come Early Morning&lt;/i&gt;”- which is a real shame given the talent involved. It’s not so much that it’s a bad movie. Adams shows signs of being a very capable writer and director. She has a good ear for dialogue (as I imagine any longtime girlfriend of Kevin Smith would probably pick up) and knows what she’s doing behind the camera. The problem, I believe, is her confidence level. I think, even given the extremely familiar storyline, with an extra push and a little more creativity that this could have been a step above the rest. Instead it barely came to theaters and made it’s television premiere on Lifetime- where to be honest many of it’s viewers might have been a bit bored. Ashley Judd gives another remarkable and unheralded performance as Lucy Fowler (Adams was originally going to pull a Woody Allen and also star, but opted for Judd instead). Fowler is a southern woman who works diligently for a construction firm during the day and then spends her nights getting drunk and picking up one night stands. She doesn’t have much of a support system. Her dad (Scott Wilson) is a local guitar legend who has a drinking problem of his own and her roommate (“&lt;i style=""&gt;That 70’s Show&lt;/i&gt;”’s Laura Pepron) silently watches as Lucy destroys herself, wanting to help, but unable to. One day, Lucy meets Cal (Jeffrey Donovan) at the local bar and he asks her on an actual date. She can’t remember the last time she had an actual date and when they share their first kiss, she also is astonished that she can’t remember the last time she kissed someone sober. And so the story goes- will Lucy get her act together? Will she slip up and loose Cal- the one good thing that has come into her life in years? Will she finally bond with dear old dad? It’s a predictable and safe movie, driven by Judd’s powerhouse performance and a game supporting cast, but it’s all too familiar. You know where the movie is going five minutes in and then it’s a very slow ninety more minutes to get there. I do believe that Joey Lauren Adams can write and direct a wonderful film, though this one might not be it, there is one in her. Let’s hope that practice makes perfect. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Joe Shaver- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/14180935d2ac5573/"&gt;Old Chunk of Coal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merle Haggard- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/141821760aefd4c4/"&gt;Silver Wings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Come-Early-Morning-Ashley-Judd/dp/B000MEYJHO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1212943364&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Come-Early-Morning-Original-Soundtrack/dp/B000IOMY5M/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1212943408&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comeearlymorningthefilm.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/skU8plMdx6o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/skU8plMdx6o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-2559092751114655955?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/2559092751114655955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=2559092751114655955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/2559092751114655955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/2559092751114655955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/come-early-morning-2006.html' title='COME EARLY MORNING (2006)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGIxc2W6z6I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/lAWu5vUmdQc/s72-c/ComeEarlyMorningSM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-6127778556691019906</id><published>2008-06-20T07:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:39:50.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FINDING AMANDA (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGDm5Yc4rCI/AAAAAAAAAtA/c6CITkfixa8/s1600-h/FINDING+AMANDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 228px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGDm5Yc4rCI/AAAAAAAAAtA/c6CITkfixa8/s320/FINDING+AMANDA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215422241985571874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;FINDING AMANDA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 100 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Peter Tolan (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Rescue Me&lt;/i&gt;”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Peter Tolan (&lt;i style=""&gt;America’s Sweethearts&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Matthew Broderick, Brittany Snow, Steve Coogan, Maura Tierney, Ed Begley, Jr., Peter Facinelli, Bill Fagerbakke, Jack McGee, Katy Mixon, Kate Micucci, Mighty Rasta, Daniel Roebuck, LeeAnn Taylor, Luke Van Pelt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’ve gotten so used to Matthew Broderick being a stick-in-the ass obsessive compulsive in all of his movies for the past seven or eight years now, that I was amazed to see him actually having fun in a movie for a change. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Finding Amanda&lt;/i&gt;”- directed by longtime Hollywood sap screenwriter and one of the creators of FX’s great “&lt;i style=""&gt;Rescue Me&lt;/i&gt;” Peter Tolan- is a small, character study comedy that relies a lot on Broderick. Although he is not the only character the movie chooses to focus all it’s attention on- after all the movie is titled “&lt;i style=""&gt;Finding&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Amanda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;”- if Broderick would have phoned it in like he has been for what seems like forever (or at least since “&lt;i style=""&gt;Election&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;You Can Count on Me&lt;/i&gt;”) the movie simply would not have worked. Brittany Snow, as Broderick’s runaway hooker niece Amanda, also gives a wonderful performance and her chemistry with him is right on target (screen chemistry, not romantic- don’t worry). It’s surprising that Tolan, who has penned such sappy romantic-comedies as the dreadful “&lt;i style=""&gt;America’s Sweethearts&lt;/i&gt;” and old episodes of “&lt;i style=""&gt;Home Improvement&lt;/i&gt;”- has made a movie about real people suffering through real emotions. Tolan’s time and effort on “&lt;i style=""&gt;Rescue Me&lt;/i&gt;” has obviously paid off and the mix up of the charm he can bring to the screen (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/i&gt;” was one of his better scripts) and the reality of the television show he writes/produces/directs makes for a pretty audacious debut. He doesn’t go down the sappy path and he doesn’t go down the “shock value” path (as much as I like “&lt;i style=""&gt;Rescue Me&lt;/i&gt;”- the show is all about shock value). Broderick stars as Taylor Peters- a former drug addict and alcoholic who has decided to leave himself one vice in gambling at the horse track. His long suffering wife (Maura Tierney- great as always) is getting fed up. His explanation that he needs at least one vice to keep himself going doesn’t make any sense to her and when Taylor learns that his niece has run off to Las Vegas to become a prostitute, he decides the only way to redeem himself and win his wife back is to go and rescue her. He believes that Las Vegas is the perfect place to do this (or so he tells his wife) so that can stare down the face of gambling temptation and rescue his niece from the hell she is most certainly in. Taylor, of course, immediately begins gambling and almost stumbles upon Amanda by accident- and here, unlike other movies, is a refreshing change of pace because Amanda is not in hell. She is actually pretty happy with her life- happier than her uncle. Taylor can’t understand why, but in all reality he is too focused on himself (gambling) to wonder if that’s even true or not. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Finding Amanda&lt;/i&gt;” is a very interesting and great little gem that somehow managed to slip through the cracks and not get a theatrical release. It will be becoming out on DVD in mid-September and I’m sure by then you’ll have forgotten all about this review- but if you happen to be perusing through the “New Release” section at your local Blockbuster or whatever and you see it. Give it a shot. You may or may not love it, but you’ll at least get a kick out of seeing a little bit of Ferris Bueller back in Matthew Broderick.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson Thomas- &lt;a href="http://cache09-music02.myspacecdn.com/72/std_29c268c16218c19104ecb2db8970a591.mp3?bandid=36729818&amp;amp;songid=78180285&amp;amp;p=ODEvODkvMzY3Mjk4MTgvMzY3Mjk4MThfZWIzNTgyMTE=?bandid=36729818&amp;amp;songid=78180285&amp;amp;token=1214310660_55e2308bcb89256352500b6bfdd8081c"&gt;Thursday’s Girl&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right Click and “Save As”&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Micucci- &lt;a href="http://cache01-music02.myspacecdn.com/8/std_7bbe4ba19f09a8234316dc712e6acaaf.mp3?bandid=96015237&amp;amp;songid=101444883&amp;amp;p=NzMvMjUvOTYwMTUyMzcvOTYwMTUyMzdfMzdmZmFkMDU=?bandid=96015237&amp;amp;songid=101444883&amp;amp;token=1214310868_162a7589dba891280f5f303783260e9d"&gt;Out the Door&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right Click and “Save As”&lt;/span&gt;) (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note&lt;/span&gt;: Song isn’t in the movie, but Kate is and I like her)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Listen to an interview with Matthew Broderick &amp;amp; Brittany Snow &lt;a href="http://hosokinema.com/findingamandaaudio1.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to an interview with Matthew Broderick and Peter Tolan &lt;a href="http://hosokinema.com/findingamandaaudio2.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Pre-Order the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Finding-Amanda-Sub-Dol/dp/B001B7CNWE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1214308293&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; (Release Date: 09/16/08)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLEhSHcwVBU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLEhSHcwVBU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-6127778556691019906?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/6127778556691019906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=6127778556691019906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/6127778556691019906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/6127778556691019906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/finding-amanda-2008.html' title='FINDING AMANDA (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SGDm5Yc4rCI/AAAAAAAAAtA/c6CITkfixa8/s72-c/FINDING+AMANDA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-7914074295602473106</id><published>2008-06-19T13:04:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:32:49.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WRONG TURN 2: DEAD END (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SF_BlT-aC8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/DAuDubVKrao/s1600-h/wrong-turn-2-dead-end-henry-rollins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SF_BlT-aC8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/DAuDubVKrao/s320/wrong-turn-2-dead-end-henry-rollins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215099740279671746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;WRONG TURN 2: DEAD END&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 93 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Joe Lynch (&lt;i style=""&gt;Furious Angel&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Turi Meyer (&lt;i style=""&gt;Candyman: Day of the Dead&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Leprechaun 2&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Henry Rollins, Erica Leerhsen, Texas Battle, Daniella Alonso, Steve Braun, Aleksa Palladino, Matthew Currie Holmes, Crystal Lowe, Kimberly Caldwell, Wayne Robson, Ken Kirzinger, Patton Oswalt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The original “&lt;i style=""&gt;Wrong Turn&lt;/i&gt;” was a pretty dull addition to the “psycho cannibal hillbillies in the woods” subgenre of horror. Not a lot happened and when it did it was nothing particularly worth noting (or remembering for that matter. The only thing I could recall from the first film when this one started was that Eliza Dushku and Jeremy Sisto were in it). “&lt;i style=""&gt;Wrong Turn 2: Dead End&lt;/i&gt;” is a step up as far as at least having more action and I think it will please horror fans who are into gruesome, gory deaths (one of the fist victims is literally sliced right in half and her two separate parts are dragged away). Does that make it a good movie? No. It’s still a &lt;i style=""&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt; movie, but fans of the genre might enjoy it and I think the filmmakers would pat themselves on the back if that is the case. Regular filmgoers or casual horror fans aren’t going to be as easy to win over. The script is full of awful one liners (there’s a drinking game for Henry Rollins’ ones alone just waiting to be invented) and the plot is nothing different really, except they’ve put a reality show twist into it. Rollins stars as some gung ho game show host who drags a bunch of dorks out to the woods to try to complete a “&lt;i style=""&gt;Survivor&lt;/i&gt;” like contest in order to win a large set of prize money. I assume, given that it is a sequel, that this is the same set of woods that the first film took place in and this is the same set of psycho hillbillies that terrorized the last batch of victims (or the same set of psycho hillbillies that survived the first film- like I said, I don’t remember much). Anyway, things quickly start to go haywire and the hillbillies begin picking off the cast members one by one, etc, etc. Nothing new. Rollins continues to show that has no place being in the world of acting, yet someone he continues to pop up in movies. Star Erica Leershen shows some actual talent as the smartest of the group. Hopefully she won’t be relegated to direct-to-DVD horror sequels for the rest of her career. So, to sum it up. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Wrong Turn 2: Dead End&lt;/i&gt;” might win over gore fans, but it’s probably not going to win over movie fans. But if you’re renting it or leaving it on TV when it comes on, you probably all ready know that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddy Grant- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/140838159c7c96e2/"&gt;Electric Avenue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wrong-Turn-Dead-End-Unrated/dp/B000TJBN62/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1214233903&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wrongturn2dvd.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0wGyR30b0s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0wGyR30b0s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-7914074295602473106?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/7914074295602473106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=7914074295602473106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/7914074295602473106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/7914074295602473106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/wrong-turn-2-dead-end-2007.html' title='WRONG TURN 2: DEAD END (2007)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SF_BlT-aC8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/DAuDubVKrao/s72-c/wrong-turn-2-dead-end-henry-rollins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-1093570848956657696</id><published>2008-06-18T11:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:37:29.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY (2002)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SF7ENe-F8-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/DJc_0ABrEGM/s1600-h/MAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SF7ENe-F8-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/DJc_0ABrEGM/s320/MAY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214821154472457186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;MAY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 93 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Lucky McKee (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Woods&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;All Cheerleaders Die&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Lucky McKee (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Woods&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;All Cheerleaders Die&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Anna Faris, Angela Bettis, Jeremy Sisto, Nora Zehetner, James Duval, Ken Davitian, Kevin Gage, Nichole Hiltz, Merle Kennedy, Will Estes, Roxanne Day, Samantha Adams, Brittney Lee Harvey, Lucky McKee, Jason Thornton&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’ve heard about “&lt;i style=""&gt;May&lt;/i&gt;” since it came out and have always debated renting/buying it. As time has grown since it’s release it seems to have gained a sizeable cult audience. I learned before watching it for the first time last night that an acquaintance of my girlfriend and I’s picks her boyfriends by their reaction to this film- that alone could make an interesting story. Though, to be fair I suppose, the lead character of May Dove Canady is your classic socially awkward loner. All the Goth girls you saw at school that didn’t run in cliques? That’s May. She dresses different, acts different, but is, when the film opens, an innocent person who just wants to be loved. Her loneliness and desire for human connection is what drives her over the edge. Fans of the film seem to have disagreements about what category it falls into- comedy, horror, tragedy. There are elements of all three, but tragedy would fit it best- though any movie where someone stabs their eye out with a pair of scissors is probably going to end up under the “Horror” section at Blockbuster. May, is indeed, quite lonely. She works at an animal clinic along with an immigrant doctor (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Borat&lt;/i&gt;”’s Ken Davitian) and a beautiful, flirtatious lesbian named Polly (Anna Faris- wonderful as always) who lets her intentions for May be well known. May kind of likes Polly too (“You have the &lt;i style=""&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt; neck”, she tells Polly. May likes perfect body parts), but she finds herself infatuated with a local loser named Adam (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Six Feet Under&lt;/i&gt;”’s Jeremy Sisto). Adam has the &lt;i style=""&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt; hands and shows a returning interest in May, but not the same kind that she has for him. After Adam, a lame aspiring filmmaker, shows May a short film he made in which two lovers bite and kiss each other with their own blood, May gets the wrong idea and scares Adam off. She can’t quite let Adam go so easily and she’s starting to grow tired of Polly’s interest in other girls (After May catches her with another girl, Polly tells her: “you’re still my main girl”). If only she could create the &lt;i style=""&gt;prefect&lt;/i&gt; person, just like the ceramic doll she was given as a child. The doll that remains in it’s case and seems to communicate with her. May starts to go off the deep end and although there’s no excuse for her actions, it’s hard not to sympathize with her. Angela Bettis gives an amazing lead performance. Her voice and subtle character nuisances are perfect for the role. It would be hard to imagine any other actress here instead. Director Lucky McKee has a keen eye for visuals (and a love for Kim &amp;amp; Kelley Deal's music), but his story development needs a little work. It’s been said that a more lengthy section involving May’s tough upbringing was edited out of the movie before it’s final release and at an hour and a half, the movie wouldn’t have over stayed it’s welcome by including it. The movie is also bound to repulse some viewers. It is a disturbing picture. There are funny moments and lovely, beautiful sequences, but underneath May’s heart may beat with a sad lonely thud, yet the thud also has a connection with a demented mind. So in the end is it really May’s fault? Don’t we all want the perfect person? Perhaps the most disturbing thing about “&lt;i style=""&gt;May&lt;/i&gt;” is that maybe we can all in some way identify with what she’s looking for.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack M4As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Breeders- &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/1-%09http://www.zshare.net/download/14041912a05339a9/"&gt;Oh!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kelley Deal 6000- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/14041931a4ba31e3/"&gt;When He Calls Me Kitten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/May-Samantha-Adams-II/dp/B00009MEC4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1214167896&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.lalalandrecords.com/May.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3qv38cYbcq0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3qv38cYbcq0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-1093570848956657696?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/1093570848956657696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=1093570848956657696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/1093570848956657696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/1093570848956657696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/may-2002.html' title='MAY (2002)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SF7ENe-F8-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/DJc_0ABrEGM/s72-c/MAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-7508413415104125488</id><published>2008-06-16T01:58:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:59:52.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JOY DIVISION (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFyHSFs_THI/AAAAAAAAAso/uMyJ6pX7EBE/s1600-h/Joy+Division.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFyHSFs_THI/AAAAAAAAAso/uMyJ6pX7EBE/s320/Joy+Division.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214191213426461810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;JOY DIVISION&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 93 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Grant Gee (&lt;i style=""&gt;Meeting People is Easy&lt;/i&gt;; Blur &amp;amp; Radiohead videos)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Peter Hook, Bernard Sumner, Stephen Morris, Tony Wilson, Martin Hannett, Rob Grettin, Anton Corbijn, Annik Honore, Pete Shelley, Lesley Gilerr&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I want to give the new Grant Gee’s new “&lt;i style=""&gt;Joy Division&lt;/i&gt;” documentary a higher rating, but somehow I am unable to. It’s got all the right essentials to making a good documentary and it’s a band that I truly love and believe deserve a well done documentary. Maybe it’s because a lot of the familiarity of the material is all ready widely known by even slight Joy Division fans (I am always surprised to find people that can name off that Ian Curtis was listening to Iggy Pop’s “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Idiot&lt;/i&gt;” when he offed himself). Then again, maybe it’s because the movie has a severe case of bad timing- coming just a short time after the Ian Curtis bio-pic band photographer Anton Corbijn’s “&lt;i style=""&gt;Control&lt;/i&gt;” made a big splash (well, for an Ian Curtis bio-pic- I mean there was serious Oscar talk for Best Actor) - that we all ready know the story that is going to be told to. We get the standard interviews with the surviving band mates and only a few slight mentions of post-Divison’s morphing into the equally brilliant New Order. All the other essentials are here, including the always awesome, sadly late Tony Wilson. I think the problem may have been by trying to mix up the routine doc materials with some experimental bits (nothing too extreme- don’t worry) - usually just doesn’t mesh well. However, there are some chilling recorded interviews with Curtis and a heart rendering side by side of Curtis and New Order performing together twenty years apart. So Joy Division fans- you will probably not have a problem with the film. I didn’t have a problem with the film, because even though I know the story so well, they’re still one of my favorite groups. I do have a problem recommending it to the average documentary or regular film go-er, because I do think it could have been better and been more powerful and different enough to stick out without selling out- kind of like “&lt;i style=""&gt;Control&lt;/i&gt;” did but as a documentary. Your regular Joy Division fan may be enticed, but someone who hasn’t had much exposure to them (think “I’ve only heard ‘&lt;i style=""&gt;Love Will Tear Us Apart&lt;/i&gt;’ and I thought it was the Cure, for like, ever!’) might not be and this band is too important to have that done to them. If you watch a movie/documentary about this band and don’t come away from it impressed with the influence they’ve had on a lot of your favorite music and a respect for Ian Curtis (if a somewhat sad one though), then the filmmakers weren’t as responsible as they should be have been. That or this band just isn’t your cup of tea. In that case, you’re -really not going to like it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy Division- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/13958248aca814fd/"&gt;She’s Lost Control&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy Division- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/13958250c712a92e/"&gt;Atmosphere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Division-Miriam-Collection-Tony-Wilson/dp/B00104AYGA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1214024166&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Division-Miriam-Collection-Tony-Wilson/dp/B00104AYGA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1214024166&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joydivisionmovie.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Website&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2v4UwEiO-g&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2v4UwEiO-g&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-7508413415104125488?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/7508413415104125488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=7508413415104125488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/7508413415104125488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/7508413415104125488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/joy-division-2008.html' title='JOY DIVISION (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFyHSFs_THI/AAAAAAAAAso/uMyJ6pX7EBE/s72-c/Joy+Division.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-895728518449304004</id><published>2008-06-15T01:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:41:13.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE ZOHAN (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFk5OjMqOhI/AAAAAAAAAsg/VBqcWAeC610/s1600-h/Zohan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 214px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFk5OjMqOhI/AAAAAAAAAsg/VBqcWAeC610/s320/Zohan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213260965787351570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;YOU DON’T MESS WITH THE ZOHAN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 113 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Dennis Dugan (&lt;i style=""&gt;I Know Pronounce You Chuck &amp;amp; Larry&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Happy Gilmore&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Judd Apatow (&lt;i style=""&gt;Knocked Up&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;The 40 Year Old Virgin&lt;/i&gt;), Adam Sandler (&lt;i style=""&gt;Billy Madison&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Happy Gilmore&lt;/i&gt;), and Robert Smigel (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/i&gt;”; “&lt;i style=""&gt;Late Night with Conan O’Brien&lt;/i&gt;”) &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/i&gt;: Adam Sandler, John Turturro, Rob Schneider, Emmanuelle Chriqui, Chris Rock, Nick Swardson, Dave Matthews, Mariah Carey, Lainie Kazan, Charlotte Rae, Kevin Nealon, Robert Smigel, Henry Winkler, Ahmed Ahmed, George Takei, John McEnroe, Bruce Vilanch, John Farley, Dennis Dugan, Anne Marie Howard&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ah, 1995. There was a small theater in Hobe Sound, Florida (you remember it if you used to live down there) that was about twenty miles north from West Palm Beach and twenty miles south from Stuart. Hobe Sound was a very boring little town where there wasn’t much to do but get stoned and go to their shitty little movie theater- which only played two titles at a time and they were titles that had usually been out for a bit. Yet, somehow in 1995, the Hobe Sound Theater got a hold of “&lt;i style=""&gt;Billy Madison&lt;/i&gt;”. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/i&gt;” was still cool back then (Sandler was still on, so was Chris Farley, Kevin Nealon, etc.) and Sandler had slowly emerged as the “next big thing” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Madison&lt;/i&gt;” was his first official starring vehicle. I laughed so hard that tears rolled down my face. My friend Jason Orazi and I saw it and then parted ways and I went to visit my friend Richard, who also lived in Hobe Sound. I was laughing so hard trying to explain the movie that it was pretty much a given that we were about to go watch it. I saw “&lt;i style=""&gt;Billy Madison&lt;/i&gt;” three times that day. I bought Sandler’s comedy album, “&lt;i style=""&gt;They’re All Gonna Laugh at You&lt;/i&gt;”, and dutifully saw “&lt;i style=""&gt;Happy Gilmore&lt;/i&gt;”, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Big Daddy&lt;/i&gt;”, and the others are soon as they came out. I excused “&lt;i style=""&gt;Bulletproof&lt;/i&gt;”, but then came “&lt;i style=""&gt;Little Nicky&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Mr. Deeds&lt;/i&gt;” and the animated “&lt;i style=""&gt;8 Crazy Nights&lt;/i&gt;”… need I go on? I don’t know if it was because I was getting older if or if it was because Sandler was just getting less funnier. Since “&lt;i style=""&gt;Big Daddy&lt;/i&gt;” in 1999 (which showed signs of Sandler slipping, but was still decent), he has made two good films: the brilliant, underrated “&lt;i style=""&gt;Punch Drunk Love&lt;/i&gt;”, which he gave the performance of his career, and the sweet romantic-comedy “&lt;i style=""&gt;50 First Dates&lt;/i&gt;”. Coming up on ten years since “&lt;i style=""&gt;Big Daddy&lt;/i&gt;” and I decided that it was, in fact, that Sandler was getting less funnier. Where as “&lt;i style=""&gt;Ace Ventura: Pet Detective&lt;/i&gt;” had solely been funny due to my age at the time, Sandler was guilty of losing it. I caught “&lt;i style=""&gt;Madison&lt;/i&gt;” on Cinemax one late, sleepless night in Reno and while I didn’t laugh as much as did when I was younger, I still got some chuckles out of it. It holds up, where as something like “&lt;i style=""&gt;Ace Ventura&lt;/i&gt;” does not. Sandler is a greedy man guilty of selling out his talents for twenty million dollar paychecks to appear in crap like “&lt;i style=""&gt;Click&lt;/i&gt;” and yes “&lt;i style=""&gt;You Don’t Mess with the Zohan&lt;/i&gt;”- the latest of his lazy, cheap laughs vehicles. The goofy, irreverent fun that made “&lt;i style=""&gt;Madison&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Gilmore&lt;/i&gt;” stand apart is long gone, replaced by repeated “&lt;i style=""&gt;fart&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;cock&lt;/i&gt;” jokes. Since the film has comic genius of the moment Judd Apatow’s name stamped on it (he was one of the three screenwriters that included Sandler and longtime collaborator/”&lt;i style=""&gt;TV Funhouse&lt;/i&gt;” creator Robert Smigel), it figures it will be able to grab in the “date movie” crowd because Apatow put out “&lt;i style=""&gt;Knocked Up&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;40 Year Old Virgin&lt;/i&gt;”- both perfect “meet me in the middle” date movies. My will they be angry. There isn’t any Apatow present that I could find in this mess. Just a one note character Sandler created named Zohan, that’s a mock up of an Iranian terrorist, who prefers to be a professional hair dresser in&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;New York City over being an ace assassin for his ‘people” back home. There’s a lot of “it’s funny because it’s taboo” terrorist jokes (that by the way aren’t funny), Zohan dancing around like a moron waving his crotch in everyone’s face, and… I don’t know- the movie is almost two hours long and it seems like it’s never going to end. I kept sitting there waiting to laugh. Waiting for something, &lt;i style=""&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; to make me laugh. It didn’t happen. You don’t want to mess with the Zohan because he’s a dangerous man, you don’t want to mess with the Zohan because he’s an incredibly unfunny man.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereo MCs- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/138178905cc28ce7/"&gt;Connected&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Ant- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/138179050311a85d/"&gt;Strip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0960144/cinemashowtimes?location=change"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youdontmesswiththezohan.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cwoBOd1MVIg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cwoBOd1MVIg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-895728518449304004?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/895728518449304004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=895728518449304004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/895728518449304004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/895728518449304004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-dont-mess-with-zohan-2008.html' title='YOU DON&apos;T MESS WITH THE ZOHAN (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFk5OjMqOhI/AAAAAAAAAsg/VBqcWAeC610/s72-c/Zohan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-8768951794968669569</id><published>2008-06-14T11:07:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:28:24.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CANDY (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFhvrKJt7lI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Ywa04a-Ds9Y/s1600-h/candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFhvrKJt7lI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Ywa04a-Ds9Y/s320/candy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213039355931520594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;CANDY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 108 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Neil Armfield (&lt;i style=""&gt;Twelfth Night&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;The Castanet Club&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Neil Armfield (&lt;i style=""&gt;Twelfth Night&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/i&gt;: Abbie Cornish, Heath Ledger, Geoffrey Rush, Tom Budge, Tony Martin, Holly Austin, Noni Hazlehurst, Luke Davies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;It’s hard to make a drug movie without making drugs look fun. Even the anti-drug movies are often mistaken as glamorizing addiction (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Trainspotting&lt;/i&gt;” for example). To a filmmaker’s credit there is that certain allure to why people use and to quote “&lt;i style=""&gt;Trainspotting&lt;/i&gt;”- there is an upside to using drugs after all- “we’re not fucking stupid. Or at least we’re not that fucking stupid”. The upside, of course, is not really an upside in the long run because the addiction eventually ruins everything and the upside ends up becoming a long, lost forgotten memory. That is what the heartbreaking drug movie, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Candy&lt;/i&gt;”, is about and it’s one of the only drug movies, along with “&lt;i style=""&gt;Requiem for a Dream&lt;/i&gt;”, that does a good job in showing that while drugs can cause the user pleasure, it is not worth the aftermath. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Trainspotting&lt;/i&gt;” is my all-time favorite film and while it did- unintentionally- provide me with a fascination with drugs, I still strongly believe it is an anti-drug film- though that movie did have a “happy” ending or at least an ending that hinted towards being happy. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Candy&lt;/i&gt;” is not that type of movie. It’s also not as good as “&lt;i style=""&gt;Trainspotting&lt;/i&gt;” or “&lt;i style=""&gt;Requiem for a Dream&lt;/i&gt;” and it’s bleak outlook, though brutally honest is what sometimes goes against it. People that complain that a lot of modern horror movies are nothing but torture films could make the same complaint here. The movie’s two protagonists, Candy (Abbie Cornish) and Dan (the late Heath Ledger- who tragically died the way his own character here might have), suffer through 95% of the movie. The drug glamour scenes are done and out of the way ten minutes in- Candy has all ready suffered a near fatal overdose and has whored herself out to a pawn shop owner for a few extra bucks so her and Dan can score. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Candy&lt;/i&gt;” is not a movie about the good times, it is a movie strictly about the bad times. While it may be not be as an intense as “&lt;i style=""&gt;Requiem for a Dream&lt;/i&gt;” was, if you found that a bummer at least you had the visual eye candy to ease your sorrow. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Candy&lt;/i&gt;” is told very matter of factly, without camera tricks or a thumping techno soundtrack, it is quite frankly (and trust me on this) one of the most realistic drug movies ever made. Candy and Dan are young lovers who at the beginning of the film have a lot of blooming talent- Candy is a painter and Dan a poet. They swim together in a pool, embraced in each other’s arms, lips interlocked. It is sad that an hour later into the film, they can barely to stand be around each other without substances. They try to kick, but end up stealing to use. They lie to each other. There is paranoia and jealousy. The movie goes to a lot of dark places other drug movies haven’t touched. That being said, it is almost too much to take. For me personally, the movie hit a little too close to home at times and I had to pause it to take a cigarette break. There is a dead baby sequence in here that trumps the dead baby sequence in “&lt;i style=""&gt;Trainspotting&lt;/i&gt;”- something I thought could never be trumped. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Candy&lt;/i&gt;” is like watching someone else’s nightmare, unless you were unfortunate enough to live through a similar nightmare. So the question is- do you want to watch something so painful for nearly two hours? Does this qualify as entertainment or does it just qualify as a stern warning to anyone that thinks there is glamour to that kind of lifestyle? If sitting in a car while your wife sleeps with a dirty old man for an extra twenty dollars so you can both get high for a couple of hours seems glamorous, then “&lt;i style=""&gt;Candy&lt;/i&gt;” is a movie that you need to watch. If you all ready feel that that’s something that you could never see yourself doing, then maybe you should watch it anyway. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when you the end credits roll up. An accurate drug movie is not going to be a good time and it’s not going to leave you with a good feeling- just like the real deal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Buckley- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/1378549917365aa3/"&gt;Song to the Siren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul Coughing- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/137854367465d621/"&gt;Rolling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Candy-Abbie-Cornish/dp/B000LAZDPG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1212943228&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Candy-Original-Soundtrack/dp/B000FG66CK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1212943272&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; (Import)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dendyfilms.com.au/candy/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrudC0STJ0U&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrudC0STJ0U&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-8768951794968669569?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/8768951794968669569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=8768951794968669569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/8768951794968669569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/8768951794968669569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/candy-2006.html' title='CANDY (2006)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFhvrKJt7lI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Ywa04a-Ds9Y/s72-c/candy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-5624265024527716313</id><published>2008-06-13T23:01:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:19:41.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>STEP UP 2: THE STREETS (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFhTTfcZmFI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/D38NVudc8Eg/s1600-h/Step+Up+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 220px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFhTTfcZmFI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/D38NVudc8Eg/s320/Step+Up+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213008163004586066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;STEP UP 2: THE STREETS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 98 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Jon Chu (&lt;i style=""&gt;When the Kids Are Away&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Silent Beats&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Toni Ann Johnson (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save the Last Dance&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crown Heights&lt;/span&gt;) and Karen Barna (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Mountain&lt;/i&gt;”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Briana Evigan, Channing Tatum, Robert Hoffman, Adam G. Sevani, Will Kemp, Cassie Ventura, Danielle Polanco, Christopher Scott, Mari Koda, Janelle Cambridge, Black Thomas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Once in a while a movie comes along that just changes something inside of you and makes you realize why movies, well, suck so bad sometimes. Why people can watch movies like “&lt;i style=""&gt;Step Up 2&lt;/i&gt;”- sorry “&lt;i style=""&gt;Step Up 2&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;i style=""&gt;The Streets&lt;/i&gt;” and leave happy and texting their friends shit like “yo step UP 2 iz fresh! Dancin wuz off da chain!!!” keeps me up at night. I never saw the original “&lt;i style=""&gt;Step Up&lt;/i&gt;”, but something tells me it wasn’t too different from what we’ve got going on here, though I heard the original was more of a love story in the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Dirty Dancing&lt;/i&gt;” mold (haha or so I imagine the press releases stated). Here, street wise orphan Andie (Briana Evigan- star of the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Donnie Darko&lt;/i&gt;” sequel coming out next year. Be worried) is part of the “misfit” dance crew, the 410, in the tough streets of Baltimore. They do all kinds of rebellious and dangerous stuff like perform impromptu dances in the middle of the mall. Damned punk kids! Despite Andie’s dedication to the 410, her aunt thinks she’s wasting her life (funny, like Andie thinks her professional occupation in life can be being part of a rebel street dance team- I wonder how that pays the bills? Do you do some break dancing for the utility guy that comes to shut the power off?). The aunt wants to kick Andie out, but one of her friends (Channing Tatum- the star of the original) intervenes and after beating Andie in a lame dance off (it ends with him losing his shirt like he attached it to a coat hanger- WHOA!), he convinces the aunt to let her stay and Andie to go to some prestigious school of dance. Andie reluctantly goes, falls for one of the prize dancers (Robert Hoffman), gets some jealousy from some of the school girls, and starts a rivalry with her old crew who accuse her of selling out. This, of course, leads to what you all want to see- a bunch of overlong and stupid “dance offs” where the “dancers” look like they are having seizures while the others crowd around them in a circle, then the “dancer” gets up and starts pointing his/her finger at their opponent and shouting a bunch of “now what”s! I have a feeling that many of us could out “seizure dance” most of these people- and for anyone that wants to comment on how hard it is to actually perform these dances- that may be true- but really what is the point? Why go through all the trouble? This is one of the only movies I’ve seen where the adult that tells the kids that her dreams are foolish is actually right. Ten years from now is dancing and acting like your shirt is taken off from a coat hanger going to get you that promotion at work? The dancing is a waste of time, but more importantly so is the movie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rage Against the Machine- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/13781653d756f264/"&gt;Killing in the Name Of&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy Elliott- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/13781640c58fa608/"&gt;Ching A Ling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Pre-order the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Step-Up-Streets-Robert-Hoffman/dp/B0012QCZ54/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1213744949&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; (Release Date: 07/15/08)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Step-Up-Streets-Original-Soundtrack/dp/B000Z66RSS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1213744908&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/stepupmovie"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bL2wDI-O5YQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bL2wDI-O5YQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-5624265024527716313?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/5624265024527716313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=5624265024527716313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/5624265024527716313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/5624265024527716313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/step-up-2-streets-2008.html' title='STEP UP 2: THE STREETS (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFhTTfcZmFI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/D38NVudc8Eg/s72-c/Step+Up+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-2771236802773177222</id><published>2008-06-12T09:17:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:53:02.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK (2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFcX7_ZCTfI/AAAAAAAAAsI/kvjx9ncZ02g/s1600-h/Fuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFcX7_ZCTfI/AAAAAAAAAsI/kvjx9ncZ02g/s320/Fuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212661413100801522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;FUCK&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Not Rated&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 93 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Steve Anderson (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Big Empty&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Janeane Garofalo, Drew Carey, Kevin Smith, Ice-T, Ron Jeremy, Hunter S. Thompson, Bill Maher, Billy Connolly, Chuck D., Sam Donaldson, Pat Boone, Alanis Morissette&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Fuck&lt;/i&gt;” is a documentary on it’s title. It’s not pornography, though those that despise the word might as well think so. Isn’t it interesting that an entire hour and a half movie could be made on one sole word and still be more entertaining that most of the mainstream motion pictures Hollywood throws out at us? It’s a movie that uses the world’s “most offensive” word as a culture comment on cursing in general. As many of the celebrity commentators continually remind us, after all, it is &lt;i style=""&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; a word. Though it’s a word’s meaning that can cut into somebody just as much as a physical hit, right? True, though after watching this documentary, when you think about all the fuss the word has caused it seems rather silly that a film, for instance, can not reach a number of viewers due to the usage of the word (and others in it’s category) or that the FCC can fine people for using a “word” on the radio or television. It’s an interesting topic and director Steve Anderson certainly has assembled some interesting people to discuss it- “&lt;i style=""&gt;Clerks&lt;/i&gt;” director Kevin Smith who we all know loves using the word, the late, great Hunter S. Thompson, the new “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Price is Right&lt;/span&gt;” host Drew Carey, porn superstar Ron Jeremy, Public Enemy frontman Chuck D., Alanis Morissette, etc. Ol’ country legend Pat Boone even steps in to speak out &lt;i style=""&gt;against&lt;/i&gt; the word. All I could think about every time he slagged on it was that idiotic cover of that “metal” album he made a few years back. Who could take this guy seriously after that monstrosity? So all in all, it’s a documentary that could have been very limited and one note in it’s subject matter, but director Anderson shows his true talent by divulging more into it than most would. I guess it goes without saying that if you aren’t a fan of cursing than I certainly can’t recommend this film to you. You’d fucking hate it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.W.A. - &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/1373118030a1d57f/"&gt;Fuck Tha Police&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trashmen- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/13731026b7abc359/"&gt;Surfin’ Bird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/F-K-Documentary-Pat-Boone/dp/B000KB488Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1212943067&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fourletterfilm.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kOnnWoyh6Mg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kOnnWoyh6Mg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-2771236802773177222?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/2771236802773177222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=2771236802773177222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/2771236802773177222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/2771236802773177222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/fuck-2005.html' title='FUCK (2005)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFcX7_ZCTfI/AAAAAAAAAsI/kvjx9ncZ02g/s72-c/Fuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-4532124881123933528</id><published>2008-06-11T08:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:22:52.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SEX AND THE CITY (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFbKLDwJFnI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Al9wunyfr-A/s1600-h/sex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFbKLDwJFnI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Al9wunyfr-A/s320/sex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212575910062528114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;SEX AND THE CITY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 148 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Michael Patrick King (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/i&gt;”; “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Comeback&lt;/i&gt;”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Michael Patrick King (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/i&gt;”; “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Comeback&lt;/i&gt;”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Cattrall, Cynthia Nixon, Kristin Davis, Chris Noth, Candice Bergin, Jennifer Hudson, David Eigenberg, Evan Handler, Jason Lewis, Mario Cantone, Lynn Cohen, Willie Garson, Joanna Gleason, Amanda Setton, Damian Young&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The old saying that “sometimes it’s best just to let sleeping dogs lie” is a pretty accurate overused expression to apply to the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/i&gt;” movie. While “&lt;i style=""&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/i&gt;” proved that even after a nineteen year absence, he still had what it takes to make one hell of a movie- five years is all it took to drain the life out of Darren Starr’s once groundbreaking hit cable t.v. show. First things first, I am to confess that I am not one of this suddenly popular group of meatheads who are bitching and moaning about having to take their girlfriends/wives to see this movie (god forbid, how many dumb ass movies they put their significant others through, that they can’t ever seem to return the favor once without complaining…). I liked this show when it was on- or at least the first few seasons, which I actively watched while I had HBO. I briefly dated a girl who was minorly obsessed with it, as a matter of fact, and it won me some points that I didn’t cringe when she brought it up. What these meatheads fail to remember is that this show was on &lt;i style=""&gt;HBO&lt;/i&gt;. HBO doesn’t just put any old bullshit on it’s network and if it does (“&lt;i style=""&gt;John from Cincinnati&lt;/i&gt;”) - they take the trash out very quickly. When “&lt;i style=""&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/i&gt;” first started, it was a very well written female perspective of the dating game and it came at a time when there were a lot of male driven gross out comedies about “hormone driven” meatheads (the same that don’t want to watch this or anything that has to do with intelligent women) around. I stopped watching after I moved out into the real world (not enough money for premium cable) and I caught up with the later seasons through re-runs and borrowing friend’s DVDs. The show, like most of the best, started to lose it’s steam towards the end and I felt that after six seasons, Starr did the right thing and let the series go before it became a severely watered down version of itself. Then, almost immediately afterwards, the buzz began about a feature length film. Why? The series wrapped up well enough. Big (Chris Noth) and Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker) got together; Charlotte (Kristin Davis) got her adopted baby; Samantha (Kim Cattrall) got the Hollywood hunk and the L.A. lifestyle that came with it. Only Miranda (Cynthia Nixon) seemed to get the short end of the stick- stuck taking care of her husband’s (David Eigenberg) sick mother. Well, all is well that should have ended well, because five years and a lot of senseless contract disputes (who does Cattrall think she is? Angelina Jolie?) later, here is the feature film version and it’s a major let down. It’s not bad, per say, it’s just about as good as some of the more minor episodes of the show, only it’s like you’re watching a five episode of marathon of them strung together. After a brief montage to catch the few uninitiated “&lt;i style=""&gt;Sex&lt;/i&gt;” fans up to date (that’s for you boyfriends/husbands), things are pretty much back to where they were left off. The girls are all now over forty and not much has changed. Carrie and Big go apartment shopping and after landing the “perfect” apartment (though Carrie insists that her closet be “enlarged”), they get engaged over a dinner conversation. Meanwhile, Miranda, who for some reason in the film seems very sour and miserable, has found her husband had a one night stand on her. She kicks him out and on the eve of Big and Carrie’s wedding, she has a big fight with the ex and warns Big that getting married is a terrible idea. This gets Big to thinking and Carrie is left alone at the altar the next day (though, to be fair, Big changes his mind and is going back to the church when he is confronted by an outraged Carrie). The rest of the movie is about Spice Girls-like “girl power” as Carrie and Miranda try to get their lives back on track, Samantha tries to establish her old identity back, and Charlotte gets a welcome surprise. All of this probably would have made for a fine one hour HBO special, but instead it’s dragged out into a nearly two and a half hour fiasco that even most diehard fans had to be checking their watches/cell phones to see how much longer they had left. Like I said, it’s not a bad movie, but it’s just kind of an unnecessary one. At the one hour and forty five minute mark, I realized that part of the beauty of the show was that it was a half an hour of well written, well acted, and funny material that left you wanting more. The movie version gives you so much that there’s nothing else left to want. In the end, everybody gets their happy endings and the box office receipts more than likely mean there will be a sequel on the way. When will it finally end? Or will we have to see how the girls fare with all the sexual politics in New York’s swankiest retirement home centers?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bird and the Bee- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/13686886ec1c34a5/"&gt;How Deep is Your Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weepies- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/13686941fa8a80d5/"&gt;All This Beauty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1000774/cinemashowtimes?location=change"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sex-City-Original-Motion-Picture/dp/B001662FH8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1213646752&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sexandthecitymovie.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jo0Hkaft7Nc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jo0Hkaft7Nc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-4532124881123933528?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/4532124881123933528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=4532124881123933528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/4532124881123933528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/4532124881123933528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-city-2008.html' title='SEX AND THE CITY (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFbKLDwJFnI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Al9wunyfr-A/s72-c/sex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-1998210618525709052</id><published>2008-06-10T03:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:16:03.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HAPPENING (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFbJawyN2rI/AAAAAAAAAr4/gJuGvRf9Oys/s1600-h/happening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFbJawyN2rI/AAAAAAAAAr4/gJuGvRf9Oys/s320/happening.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212575080337234610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;THE HAPPENING&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 91 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: M. Night Shyamalan (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Signs&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: M. Night Shyamalan (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Signs&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Mark Wahlberg, Zooey Deschanel, John Leguizamo, Ashlyn Sanchez, Betty Buckley, Spencer Breslin, Robert Bailey, Jr., Alan Ruck, Frank Collison, Jeremy Strong, Victoria Clark, M. Night Shyamalan, Alison Folland&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Poor M. Night Shyamalan. I mean, this guy comes out of nowhere and has the misfortunate (or fortune, depending on how you look at- I guess it did make him rich, famous, and a multiple Oscar nominee) of making the first big movie with the “trick ending” that Hollywood beat to death for the next five or six years. Yeah, we all loved “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;/i&gt;” and I’ve got to hand it to M. Night that even though he felt trapped with the trick ending deal for most of his career so far, he hasn’t made the easy duplicate of that film. He didn’t even make a sequel, which everybody would have surely eaten up. Instead, he made a grimly realistic superhero movie (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Unbreakable&lt;/i&gt;”), an old sci-fi homage (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Signs&lt;/i&gt;”), and an underrated movie about people unsatisfied with the train wreck society is becoming (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Village&lt;/i&gt;”). I have yet to see “&lt;i style=""&gt;Lady in the Water&lt;/i&gt;”, though I was assured by everyone that just adored “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;/i&gt;” that it was a waste of time. Shyamalan went from being the next Hitchcock to a hack because he refused to cater to an audience that wanted him to be a one trick pony. That’s why I have a very strong feeling that I am going to be in the minority when I say that his latest feature, “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Happening&lt;/i&gt;”, is his best movie since “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;/i&gt;” and it’s also his most intelligent. All of the people that claimed that Al Gore’s documentary “&lt;i style=""&gt;An Inconvenient Truth&lt;/i&gt;” scared the hell out of them are sure to not see that this movie is going for the same effect. All they want is a bunch of cheap scares and an ending where Mark Wahlberg ends up being a space alien who’s pregnant with his own brother or something. “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;/i&gt;” was in 1999 people get over it! If you’re still going around uttering “I see dead people” then you shouldn’t be allowed to be watch movies anymore anyway. Ahem… sorry about the minor rant, anyway… Wahlberg stars as a high school science teacher, Elliot Moore, who during class one day is interrupted by his math teacher friend, Julian (John Leguizamo). Julian informs him that the Northeast is under a chemical terrorist attack. Apparently, the terrorists have dropped some chemical warfare on us that makes us go crazy and become extremely suicidal (get ready for a particularly gruesome scene involving a man and a zoo tiger). Moore gathers up his clinically depressed wife, Alma (the always wonderful and beautiful Zooey Deschanel) and Julian grabs his daughter (Ashlyn Sanchez) and they head to the train station to try to escape to the west. Julian’s wife gets stuck behind and must wait for the next train. The “disease” seems to start spreading faster than anyone thought and the trains have to stop running- leaving all of the passengers stuck in the middle of nowhere. That’s when everyone starts figuring out that maybe it’s not the act of those crazy terrorists, but something that has pissed off Mother Nature. I won’t ruin any of the plot, because the movie requires a slow build of tension and character development. The movie works so well because of the dynamics of the relationship between the failing marriage of Wahlberg and Deschanel. It’s the best job M. Night has done at creating characters since his debut. There’s also a really well done sequence involving a stop off at a mentally long gone hermit (Betty Buckley- giving that scary old lady from “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Orphanage&lt;/i&gt;” a run for her money in the “scariest old lady in a movie” category), who has no idea what’s happening in the outside world, but is scarier than what &lt;i style=""&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; happening outside of her home. I have a sad, sad feeling that this movie is going to be terribly misunderstood and people are going to unfairly call it pointless and boring and all kinds of other things because they won’t understand what the filmmaker is going for. For those people, there’s always that “&lt;i style=""&gt;Sixth Sense&lt;/i&gt;” DVD, for people that like to think when they watch a movie that tries to make something original out of a thriller- take a chance on “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Happening&lt;/i&gt;”. It may not make the general public proud, but it would have made Hitchcock very much so.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Newton Howard- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/1368691170f43d5c/"&gt;Main Titles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Newton Howard- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/13686941fa8a80d5/"&gt;My Firearm Is My Friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0949731/cinemashowtimes?location=change"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Happening-James-Newton-Howard/dp/B0018Q7K76/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1213646783&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehappeningmovie.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BRZ0u01KwQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BRZ0u01KwQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-1998210618525709052?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/1998210618525709052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=1998210618525709052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/1998210618525709052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/1998210618525709052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/happening-2008.html' title='THE HAPPENING (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFbJawyN2rI/AAAAAAAAAr4/gJuGvRf9Oys/s72-c/happening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-5454731797361500943</id><published>2008-06-09T17:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T02:50:21.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WITLESS PROTECTION (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFS4olmK6PI/AAAAAAAAArw/EcgzKTF9AHE/s1600-h/witlessprotection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFS4olmK6PI/AAAAAAAAArw/EcgzKTF9AHE/s320/witlessprotection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211993676200995058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;WITLESS PROTECTION&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 97 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Charles Robert Carner (&lt;i style=""&gt;Who Killed Atlanta’s Children?&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Christmas Rush&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Charles Robert Carner (&lt;i style=""&gt;Who Killed Atlanta’s Children?&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Christmas Rush&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Larry the Cable Guy, Jenny McCarthy, Ivana Milicevic, Joe Mantegna, Yaphet Kotto, Peter Stomare, Eric Roberts, Richard Bull, Reno Collier, Omar Kent Dykes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He may still be selling out stadiums across the U.S.- well the Southern U.S. (and we wonder why the Yanks look down on us)- but Larry the Cable Guy’s 15 minutes of fame finally seem to be coming to a close. His inability to make the all important move to Hollywood has failed miserably with the bottom of the barrel “&lt;i style=""&gt;Larry the Cable Guy: Health Inspector&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Delta Farce&lt;/i&gt;” both flopping at the box office, his latest attempt- “cleverly” titled “&lt;i style=""&gt;Witless Protection&lt;/i&gt;” (uh-oh!) could barely make it into theaters and was gone faster than a beer drenched day at the Nascar track. What is this guy’s appeal? At least Jeff Foxworthy was clever and even non-rednecks could appreciate his humor (in the beginning anyway, he started milking it a bit as time went on). Larry’s main bit is the “Lord I Apologize” joke after he makes some dumb, random, and offensive joke that the trailer park’s finest laugh at because they think they should be. He is the worst comedian, stand up wise, I have ever heard and how he has become so famous and rich goes to show you why other countries look down on American culture. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Witless Protection&lt;/i&gt;” isn’t going to do anything to help improve our image, though I guess it’s the best of the three pictures if that’s saying anything (it’s like picking the best rotten egg out of an old batch). Veteran TV movie director Charles Robert Carner, who also wrote the screenplay, has previously brought us such gems as “&lt;i style=""&gt;Christmas Rush&lt;/i&gt;” and the just as heartwarming “&lt;i style=""&gt;Who Killed Atlanta’s Children?&lt;/i&gt;”. Just the guy for the job here! Larry stars as a character aptly named Larry (that’s three movies in a row in case you’re counting, he has such limited range he can’t even go by a different name in a movie), a small redneck town sheriff who sees a beautiful woman (Ivana Milicevic) being escorted by a black man (Yaphet Kotto) in a suit and figures she is being kidnapped. After all, any God fearing Southern gentleman needs to save a pretty white woman from a well dressed African American. It’s his duty as an officer of the law! Larry kidnaps her away and it actually (of course) turns out that she was being escorted by crooked FBI agents who are planning on killing her before she can testify against some evil businessmen. So it’s Larry and the pretty lady on the run from the “law” and it makes for a long ninety seven minutes of fart gags and Larry’s one liners that are about as funny as those jokes your uncle tells everybody every Thanksgiving. Thank you (southern) American for ignoring his films, now let’s just work on not buying his albums and shelling out fifty bucks to see him in “concert”. Work together for a common cause that doesn’t involve wearing white cloaks and burning crosses. You can do it! Git-r-done!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;(&lt;i style=""&gt;Note&lt;/i&gt;: Actor Yaphet Kotto, best known as “the black dude in the original ‘&lt;i style=""&gt;Alien&lt;/i&gt;’” is playing the same character, Alonzo Moseley, that he played in the 1988 comedy “&lt;i style=""&gt;Midnight Run&lt;/i&gt;”. Naturally, the filmmakers here didn’t get permission to use his character and are facing a lawsuit. Oops!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Also, please take a moment to a read an absolutely hilarious open letter comedian David Cross wrote to Larry the Cable Guy after Larry took a jab at him. It made me cry laughing (which is way more than I can say for "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Witless Protection&lt;/span&gt;"). Read it &lt;a href="http://www.bobanddavid.com/2007/10/an_open_letter_to_larry_the_ca.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior Brown- &lt;a href="http://cache01-music01.myspacecdn.com/8/std_402bb55cbb149fce6a7527f8e2277524.mp3?bandid=31185324&amp;amp;songid=2223803&amp;amp;p=NDIvMzUvMzExODUzMjQvMzExODUzMjRfNjk2NTNkZjM=?bandid=31185324&amp;amp;songid=2223803&amp;amp;token=1213509908_0fcfaf11174b3784fd0e7703355ca7da"&gt;Highway Patrol&lt;/a&gt; (Right Click and “Save As”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ludwig Van Beethoven- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/1363816722c4fe54/"&gt;Symphony #9&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Witless-Protection-Widescreen-Larry-Cable/dp/B0013J9KIU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1212943924&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.witlessprotectionmovie.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FtQ4IG3u4OA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FtQ4IG3u4OA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-5454731797361500943?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/5454731797361500943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=5454731797361500943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/5454731797361500943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/5454731797361500943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/witless-protection-2008.html' title='WITLESS PROTECTION (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFS4olmK6PI/AAAAAAAAArw/EcgzKTF9AHE/s72-c/witlessprotection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-4442186038385955269</id><published>2008-06-07T03:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:29:12.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BROOKYLN RULES (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFR9Aat-V_I/AAAAAAAAAro/G1Y4T0hn-vA/s1600-h/Brooklyn+Rules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 211px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFR9Aat-V_I/AAAAAAAAAro/G1Y4T0hn-vA/s320/Brooklyn+Rules.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211928114900129778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;BROOKLYN RULES&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 99 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Michael Corrente (&lt;i style=""&gt;Outside Providence&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;American Buffalo&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Terence Winter (&lt;i style=""&gt;Get Rich or Die Tryin’&lt;/i&gt;; “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Sopranos&lt;/i&gt;”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Alec Baldwin, Freddie Prinze, Jr., Scott Caan, Mena Suvari, Jerry Ferrara, Monica Keena, Karla Cavalli, Ursula Abbott, Alexa Havins, Annie Golden&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, here it is 2007 and there’s a movie that has a cast that includes Freddie Prinze, Jr., Scott Caan, Mena Suvari, and Monica Keena- sure sounds like director Michael Corrente was going for a more of a late ‘90’s/earlier 2000’s feel than 1985 Brooklyn. Yet, for a change the cast actually makes for a watchable movie- which is more than could be said if this same group of actors had got together and made a film together back in 1999. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Brooklyn Rules&lt;/i&gt;” is a completely by the books “friends since childhood in Brooklyn, trying to stay out of trouble as they grow older” type of movie- you could basically call it a “mob movie”, I suppose, as Caan’s character grows up to be a low level mafia thug working for mob boss Caesar Manganaro (Alec Baldwin- giving the movie a much needed shot of adrenaline when necessary), but it’s really a male bonding movie about friendship, etc, etc. And yet as clichéd and predictable as the movie is, it actually somewhat works and is curiously, like I stated above, quite watchable- despite another wooden Prinze lead (what’s with the butchered Brooklyn accent? Did he think he was in Boston or something?). There’s not much to say about the movie that you probably won’t be able to figure out watching the trailer below, so there’s not much to write about either. All I can really say is I went in with low expectations and found myself entertained. It’s no “&lt;i style=""&gt;Goodfellas&lt;/i&gt;”, but it did give me a little bit of faith in a cast that I didn’t have much to begin with (not including Baldwin, of course, who is always brilliant). Now if we could only do something about getting Freddie Prinze to choose a new profession…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead or Alive- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/13630870e9c7962a/"&gt;You Spin Me Round Like a Record&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culture Club- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/1363083194e99583/"&gt;Karma Chameleon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Brooklyn-Rules-Freddie-Prinze-Jr/dp/B000TJBO16/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1212942568&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7whsTaW_Uhc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7whsTaW_Uhc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-4442186038385955269?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/4442186038385955269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=4442186038385955269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/4442186038385955269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/4442186038385955269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/brookyln-rules-2007.html' title='BROOKYLN RULES (2007)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFR9Aat-V_I/AAAAAAAAAro/G1Y4T0hn-vA/s72-c/Brooklyn+Rules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-5572367026160098668</id><published>2008-06-06T06:45:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:39:04.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LESS THAN ZERO (1987)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFQCUW157WI/AAAAAAAAArg/JFwWp9UXeyk/s1600-h/Less+Than+Zero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 220px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFQCUW157WI/AAAAAAAAArg/JFwWp9UXeyk/s320/Less+Than+Zero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211793217526820194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;LESS THAN ZERO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 98 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Marek Kanievska (&lt;i style=""&gt;Where the Money Is&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;A Different Loyalty&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Harley Peyton (&lt;i style=""&gt;Bandits&lt;/i&gt;; “&lt;i style=""&gt;Twin Peaks&lt;/i&gt;”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Robert Downey, Jr., Andrew McCarthy, Jami Gertz, James Spader, Brad Pitt, Anthony Kiedis, Flea, Lisanne Falk, Tony Bill, Nicholas Pryor, Donna Mitchell, Michael Bowen, Sarah Buxton, Michael Green, Brian Wimmer, Kelly Wolf, Jack Irons, Afton Smith, Neith Hunter, Tom Verica&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Bret Easton Ellis books are, even by his own admission, very tough to adapt to the big screen. If you haven’t read any of his work (and you really should if you haven’t- he’s one of my favorite writers), the stories (particularly his earlier novels- “&lt;i style=""&gt;Less Than Zero&lt;/i&gt;” being his first) sort of float along aimlessly, revolving around a few central characters and the many other characters they run into it and the debauchery they are involved with. Yet, somehow, the three that have been adapted, including this one, “&lt;i style=""&gt;American Psycho&lt;/i&gt;”, and “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Rules of Attraction&lt;/i&gt;” have all been done quite brilliantly- more so the latter two. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Psycho&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Rules&lt;/i&gt;” both benefited from having ace directors on board- Mary Harron (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Notorious Bettie Page&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;I Shot Andy Warhol&lt;/i&gt;) for the former and Oscar winning “&lt;i style=""&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/i&gt;” co-writer and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Killing Zoë&lt;/i&gt;” director Roger Avary for the latter. They were both able to find a cohesive storyline and patch them together quite nicely and with a lot of effect to make them faithful enough to the novel to bare the titles, but different enough to stand alone on their own. Ellis himself has made similar comments in interviews, saying they were both made into accessible films. “&lt;i style=""&gt;American Psycho&lt;/i&gt;” has become a cult classic and was the best reviewed of the movies, while “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Rules of Attraction&lt;/i&gt;” should- and rightfully so- begin to gain it’s own cult, despite it’s oddly negative reviews upon it’s release (The movie is absolutely fucking brilliant. I was shocked by the critical reactions at the time). Even so, it fared far better than “&lt;i style=""&gt;Less Than Zero&lt;/i&gt;” did upon it’s release.&lt;i style=""&gt; “Zero&lt;/i&gt;” was pretty much universally slammed by the critics and ignored by movie goers at the time. Roger Ebert, who gave it a four star review (God bless him), seemed to be the only critic that understood what the movie was going for. He writes in his review- “The movie looks brilliantly superficial, and so Downey’s predicament is all the more poignant (he is a drug addict in the film): He is surrounded by all of this, he is in it and of it, and he cannot have it (referring to the glamorous, rich lifestyle of Beverly Hills). All he wants is to have a good time, but he is trapped in a paradox: Cocaine is the good time that gives itself away”. Ebert also writes about the deliberate cinematography by Ed Lachman to make the film look like high-priced fashion ads and slick TV commercials. He mentions that the pools are always azure blue, the homes look like sets, the people look like models, and the clubs look like music videos. Not to base my review entirely on Ebert’s, but he has it dead on and it’s a wonder that none of his contemporaries seemed to grasp that. Ellis, himself, at the time (still very young), was highly disappointed with the film because it doesn’t follow his book’s stories really in any way shape or form, “They only used my character’s names and that’s it”, but years later he admitted he re-watched it and liked it. I think he realized that the themes from his book were present in the movie and that, for a Hollywood movie, director Marek Kanievska, did the best possible job of adapting the novel that he could. If you haven’t read the novel (once again, you should if you haven’t)- some of the sequences include the characters watching a snuff film, a lot of sex- most of the characters are bi-sexual including Andrew McCarthy’s character here, a twelve year old girl chained to a bed and doped up to be used as a drug dealer ‘s (James Spader’s character here) sex slave, and a lot of stuff that basically wouldn’t have passed the censors for a major studio film back in 1987. Watching the movie today, twenty one years later and you have to admire Kanievska’s job even more. But the main thing that still stands out about the film is Robert Downey, Jr.’s tour-de-force performance as Julian Wells, Clay’s (McCarthy) best friend whom he has come home for Camden University (the college in "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rules of Attraction&lt;/span&gt;") to save him from his out of control drug addiction. An addiction that has gotten him into so much debt with his dealer (Spader), that Julian is being forced to whore himself out to break even. Downey has come out and stated that making this movie was what started to push him over the edge and make him a real life junkie. The way he engages himself in the role, it is no wonder. There’s a difference, I suppose, between Robert De Niro gaining a bunch of weight for “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raging Bull&lt;/span&gt;” and Downey becoming a drug addict for “&lt;i style=""&gt;Less Than Zero&lt;/i&gt;”, They both gave brilliant performances, but De Niro was able to drop his weight and go on with his life. Downey, sadly, ended up becoming &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;his character for too many years after playing him. That that tragic chain of events took place makes the point of the film even more vital and Ebert’s quote hit home even harder- and it’s not just cocaine that’s the good time that gives itself away. It’s all drugs. Trust me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;imi Hendrix Experience- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/13614925fa0c1034/"&gt;Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL Cool J- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/1361181905051413/"&gt;Going Back to Cali&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Less-Than-Zero-Andrew-McCarthy/dp/B00005V9IH/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1212943521&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Less-Than-Zero-1987-Film/dp/B0000024K5/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1212943472&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This is the best I could find for a trailer. Sorry about the quality and abrupt ending.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cKj0sTIcbA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cKj0sTIcbA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-5572367026160098668?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/5572367026160098668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=5572367026160098668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/5572367026160098668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/5572367026160098668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/less-than-zero-1987.html' title='LESS THAN ZERO (1987)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFQCUW157WI/AAAAAAAAArg/JFwWp9UXeyk/s72-c/Less+Than+Zero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-5229439884868341279</id><published>2008-06-05T06:42:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:08:31.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT WOULD JESUS BUY? (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFPq2JJkCeI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Tm-N6hwOsh4/s1600-h/JESUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 190px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFPq2JJkCeI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Tm-N6hwOsh4/s320/JESUS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211767409687661026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;WHAT WOULD JESUS BUY?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 91 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Rob VanAlkemade (&lt;i style=""&gt;Preacher with an Unknown God&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Reaching the Autistic Mind: An Educational Challenge&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Reverend Billy (Tallen) &amp;amp; the Stop Shopping Choir, Paul Norman Allen, Laura Newman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;What a wonderfully hilarious and yet insightful (in a warped kind of way) documentary, “&lt;i style=""&gt;What Would Jesus Buy?&lt;/i&gt;“ is. It is produced by documentary “superstar” Morgan Spurlock and is a far better doc than his latest feature, “&lt;a href="http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-in-world-is-osama-bin-laden-2008.html"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Where in the World is Osama Bin Lin&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;”. Reverend Billy is a preacher for our “Lord and Savior” Jesus Christ, but he knows that all the other preachers are busy pushing the same ol’ boring bible standards- thou shall not this and thou shall not that. What Reverend Billy Tallen and his merry crew of drones want you to do is to, well, &lt;i style=""&gt;stop shopping&lt;/i&gt;. In fact, the name of their “outfit” is (and how fitting that the Reverend has his name first, like he’s Tom Petty or something) ‘Reverend Billy &amp;amp; the Stop Shopping Choir’. Reverend Billy and the choir, which includes his cute, understanding wife, prepare for “Black Friday” more so than most desperate soccer moms and bored housewives (and me and my friend Trey). They dress up- Billy in a suit and the choir in full choir gear and they parade through the malls, Targets, and Wal-marts singing their anthems about how consumerism is ruining the world and Jesus fucking hates it. The best scene in the movie involves the crew showing up to Disney on&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Christmas and protesting- one employee warns the Reverend “There’s no singing in Disney!”. You never know if Spurlock got behind this project for humorous purposes or because he believes in the cause, but I’m willing to bet on the former (there are questions about Reverend Billy's legitimacy and there are rumors he is just a "character"). Yet regardless of how comical the film is, you do get to start to understand Reverend Billy’s point. Sure, he takes it way overboard and he sweats and parades around like all of those phony television evangelists that take over your basic cable airwaves on Sunday mornings, but when you get the glimpses of pure greed and determination in the eyes of the shoppers- you can’t help but wonder how far Bill is off here. Use this DVD as a stocking stuffer on Christmas (it's never to early to start shopping, right Rev?) and I’ll guarantee you the recipient will watch it and either laugh or start to think about the real meaning behind Christmas. Either way, that automatically makes it a good present- and I’m sure Reverend Billy wouldn’t mind if you dropped a few bucks on his products for the holidays. After all, if you have to sell to stop selling then that’s just the way it has to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: (Very funny, do yourself a favor and download these)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverend Billy &amp;amp; the Church of Stop Shopping- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/13609750cefed2cc/"&gt;Remove Starbucks and Disney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverend Billy &amp;amp; the Church of Stop Shopping- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/1360990001acb969/"&gt;Stop Shopping&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/What-Would-Jesus-Reverend-Billy/dp/B0013K2ZDQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1212943836&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack (Reverend Billy &amp;amp; the Church of Stop Shopping) &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Reverend-Billy-Church-Stop-Shopping/dp/B0007ZEO5K/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1212943786&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wwjbmovie.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sGi21YQFjMM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sGi21YQFjMM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-5229439884868341279?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/5229439884868341279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=5229439884868341279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/5229439884868341279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/5229439884868341279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-would-jesus-buy-2008.html' title='WHAT WOULD JESUS BUY? (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFPq2JJkCeI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Tm-N6hwOsh4/s72-c/JESUS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-3480340216615202515</id><published>2008-06-04T11:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T00:00:08.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REMEMBER THE DAZE (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFNBNumb_KI/AAAAAAAAArI/c3B53pBW1yI/s1600-h/Remember+the+Daze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 213px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFNBNumb_KI/AAAAAAAAArI/c3B53pBW1yI/s320/Remember+the+Daze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211580897901149346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;REMEMBER THE DAZE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 101 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Jess Manafort&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Jess Manafort&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;: Moira Kelly, Amber Heard, Alexa Vega, Leighton Meester, Melonie Diaz, Chris Marquette, Brie Larson, Lyndsy Fonseca, Aaron Himelstein, Wesley Jonathan, Stella Maeve, Marnette Patterson, John Robinson, Sean Marquette, Douglas Smith, Khleo Thomas, Michael Welch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The day was bound to come when a movie would be released that would capture my youth. The ‘70’s youth was represented with “&lt;i style=""&gt;Dazed and Confused&lt;/i&gt;” (which this film &lt;i style=""&gt;desperately&lt;/i&gt; wants to be) and the ‘90’s youth was represented with “&lt;i style=""&gt;Can’t Hardly Wait&lt;/i&gt;”. Take your pick of the numerous ‘80’s films as that is probably the most well represented youth decade in film history. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Remember the Daze&lt;/i&gt;” takes place on the last day of school for the seniors of 1999, though most of the characters are juniors preparing to return to become the class of 2000 (the year I graduated). I had a lot of friends in the class of 1999 (blog contributor Jason Barton being one of them) and I must say not only did any of my friends from that class act like the characters in this movie, neither did the characters in my class. Granted, I graduated from a small redneck high school in Macclenny, Florida, but I also attended high school in Milwaukee and Palm Beach- and the high school kids that this film wants to represent also didn’t act a thing like they do here there either. This is a phony movie full of phony characters. The characters in this movie make the characters in shows like “&lt;i style=""&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;The O.C&lt;/i&gt;.” seem like people you run into everyday. And unlike “&lt;i style=""&gt;Dazed and Confused&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Can’t Hardly Wait&lt;/i&gt;”, these characters are completely intolerable. They are irritating with nothing important nor interesting to say, not that the movie gives them anything interesting to do. The beauty of a film like “&lt;i style=""&gt;Dazed&lt;/i&gt;” was that it was a slice of life where the characters were so interesting that the little things they did, which were normal every day activities, were interesting enough to maintain an entire feature length film and still leave the audience wanting more (director Richard Linklater has said he constantly gets bugged by fans to make a sequel, but what can he do? The cast is way too old now). I wasn’t the biggest “&lt;i style=""&gt;Can’t Hardly Wait&lt;/i&gt;” fan, but I can see it’s appeal and it’s “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Graduate&lt;/i&gt;” compared to “&lt;i style=""&gt;Remember the Daze&lt;/i&gt;”. None of the characters here are memorable- think about “&lt;i style=""&gt;Dazed&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Can’t Hardly&lt;/i&gt;” and a slew of characters jump to mind. First time writer/director Jess Manafort throws out clichés that should be watchable just by cliché standards, but they fall so dully flat that it’s almost offensive that Manafort thought it would work and entertain. There’s the potheads, the couples who are breaking up, the couples who are getting together, the good girls going bad for once, the rival school fight, the lesbians who don’t want their love to go public… and yet it’s so boring it’s impossible to care. I lived through these times and yes, couples got together and broke up, kids were potheads (ahem), etc, etc., but this movie doesn’t capture the feeling that was around at that time. It doesn’t capture much of anything. It makes 1999 seem like a year that thankfully is long gone and 1999 wasn’t that kind of year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;(Note: The movie gets it’s one star mainly due to actress Leighton Meester, whom you might recognize as Blair from WB’s guilty pleasure “&lt;i style=""&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/i&gt;”. I’ve developed a big crush on her and I think she’s an actress to keep an eye on. If she can make the dialogue in this movie work, she is capable of anything)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack M4Ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Eye Blind- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/1358761074c23c73/"&gt;Graduate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ol’ Dirty Bastard (featuring Kelis) - &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/13587648546c8ad8/"&gt;Got Your Money&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Remember-Daze-Moira-Kelly/dp/B00140PK9Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1212943645&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rememberthedaze.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iTSGrEJJGsA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iTSGrEJJGsA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-3480340216615202515?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/3480340216615202515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=3480340216615202515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/3480340216615202515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/3480340216615202515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/remember-daze-2008.html' title='REMEMBER THE DAZE (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFNBNumb_KI/AAAAAAAAArI/c3B53pBW1yI/s72-c/Remember+the+Daze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-1745348448903234360</id><published>2008-06-03T09:08:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:57:48.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAOS THEORY (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFE2jeLgFOI/AAAAAAAAArA/GUIZFh1rkWU/s1600-h/Chaos+theory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFE2jeLgFOI/AAAAAAAAArA/GUIZFh1rkWU/s320/Chaos+theory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211006226868999394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;CHAOS THEORY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 85 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Marcos Siega (&lt;i style=""&gt;Pretty Persuasion&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Underclassman&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Daniel Taplitz (&lt;i style=""&gt;Breakin’ All the Rules&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Commandments&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Ryan Reynolds, Emily Mortimer, Stuart Townsend, Sarah Chalke, Constance Zimmer, Elizabeth Harnois, Chris William Martin, Ty Olsson&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There are some movies that just rub you the wrong way. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Chaos Theory&lt;/i&gt;” is one of those movies and it aggravated me. The plot aggravated me, the performances aggravated me, the script aggravated, the extremely lousy direction aggravated me. The whole damn movie just got on my nerves. What were they going for here? The movie’s not romantic enough to be a chick flick nor a romantic comedy since it’s not particularly funny (that also knocks it out of the straight up comedy category- don’t let the trailer fool you) - and it seems to want to take it’s self too seriously too late into the film for it to even matter. The whole thing is an entire mess and it would be to easy to make a pun right now using the title, but use your imagination to create one for yourself. When the movie opens Ryan Reynolds is seen as an old man (though he doesn’t look particularly old) preparing to walk his daughter (Elizabeth Harnois) down the aisle. He catches the groomsman (Mike Erwin) attempting to bail and forces him to sit down for a drink and a “story”. The groomsman isn’t in the mood to hear a story (given the story he is about to hear, he should have bailed when he had the chance) and says “maybe I can hear it next Christmas”. Reynolds shakes his head, “This isn’t a Christmas kind of story”. Flashback to when Reynolds was young and part of a group of friends that included his future wife (Emily Mortimer- a usually fantastic actress in an absolutely terrible performance) and his best friend (Stuart Townsend- equally awful). The future wife, Susan, decides she must choose a husband and get married as her New Year’s resolution. She randomly picks out of three choices- including the best friend. Reynolds, of course, wins and flash forward several years and they are a happy family with a young daughter (Matreya Fedor). Reynolds is a motivational speaker who’s life is run by lists and a strict time schedule, which is starting to get on Susan’s nerves. Through a series of mistakes and misunderstandings, Reynolds is late to a seminar, pushes off the advances of a slutty fan (Sarah Chalke- “Scrubs” fans may want to rent this just to see her in an extremely hot lingerie sequence), and drives a pregnant woman to the hospital. The wife, in typical movie fashion, calls the hotel room after Reynolds leaves and talks to the slut and then is called by the hospital after the pregnant woman abandons her baby (the hospital mistakenly wrote down that Reynolds was the father of the baby). Reynolds comes home and is kicked out before he can explain. This is one of movie critic Roger Ebert’s biggest pet peeves with movies- when a situation could be solved by a simple explanation and instead it is dragged out into a feature length movie. Reynolds has a mid-life crisis and then finds out a secret that makes things even worse. I should reveal it to you, but I won’t spoil the movie, because I know despite my warning some of you will still see this. And some of you may like it. I don’t know, I have a feeling there is an audience for this movie, but I don’t understand how. The characters are all unlikable and the movie is all over the place. Director Marcos Siega started off directing Weezer and Blink 182 videos and moved on to direct such bombs as the Nick Cannon vehicle, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Underclassman&lt;/i&gt;”. He is completely incompetent in telling a story and getting emotion out of it. When subtlety is required, he blares a generic rock song over the soundtrack (a particularly sad sequence when Reynolds is on the verge of a nervous breakdown is a prime example). Siega bounces around back and forth like a kid with ADD who can’t decided what movie he wants to watch and keeps popping in a different DVD and taking it out after fifteen minutes and putting a new one in. It’s a shame because there is a good performance hidden in this film by Ryan Reynolds. He just doesn’t get a chance to display it and instead his character comes off as obnoxious. Chaos can work in a movie, but not in a movie that has a plot that needs at least a little structure. There’s no theory to that, that’s just how to make a watchable movie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy Least Likely To- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/13511333d6dbc39a/"&gt;Be Gentle With Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kinks- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/135114543aba550a/"&gt;Better Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Pre-order the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chaos-Theory-Sarah-Chalke/dp/B00000FA91/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1213278994&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; (Release Date 06/17/08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-42zrbyq6s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-42zrbyq6s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-1745348448903234360?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/1745348448903234360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=1745348448903234360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/1745348448903234360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/1745348448903234360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/chaos-theory-2008.html' title='CHAOS THEORY (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SFE2jeLgFOI/AAAAAAAAArA/GUIZFh1rkWU/s72-c/Chaos+theory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-6780893132661956178</id><published>2008-06-02T08:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:13:07.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMA'S BOY (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SE_AWguoEbI/AAAAAAAAAq4/aaRL9QFPrJI/s1600-h/Mama%27s+Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 225px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SE_AWguoEbI/AAAAAAAAAq4/aaRL9QFPrJI/s320/Mama%27s+Boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210594786866106802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;MAMA’S BOY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 93 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Tim Hamilton&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Hank Nelken (&lt;i style=""&gt;Saving Silverman&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Are We Done Yet?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Diane Keaton, Jeff Daniels, Anna Faris, Jon Heder, Eli Wallach, Sarah Chalke, Laura Kightlinger, Mary Kay Place, Rhys Coiro, Simon Helberg, Evan Peters&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Let’s face it Jon Heder- you had a good ride. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/i&gt;” made you an instant 15 minute “star” and you took full advantage of it giving us such memorable classics as the remake of “&lt;i style=""&gt;School for Scoundrels&lt;/i&gt;” and who could forget the heartwarming, Oscar robbed “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Benchwarmers&lt;/i&gt;”? We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, you gave Marlon Brando a run for his money. Okay, I took my sarcasm a bit overboard there. But, honestly, how in the hell does this guy keep getting lead roles in movies? I’ll be the first to admit that he was brilliant in “&lt;i style=""&gt;Dynamite&lt;/i&gt;”. No matter how many dorks and late bloomers ruined the movie with murdering it’s quotes and wearing “Vote for Pedro” t-shirts, it’s still a great film and it owes a large part of that to Heder’s performance. Outside of the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/i&gt;” universe, however, he is just not an actor. With all of his star vehicles flopping, except the Will Ferrell carried “&lt;i style=""&gt;Blades of Glory&lt;/i&gt;” (which was hilarious, but imagine how much better it would have been with a different actor opposite Will), Heder hopefully now will realize his place in the film industry: quirky and mercifully small supporting roles (think “&lt;i style=""&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/i&gt;”). After the disastrous problem that was “&lt;i style=""&gt;Mama’s Boy&lt;/i&gt;”, Hollywood will probably do the realizing for him. How could any movie exec explain that a movie starring Diane Keaton, Jeff Daniels, and Anna Faris couldn’t get anything but a very, very limited theatrical release? Hell, old ladies even lined up to see “&lt;i style=""&gt;Mad Money&lt;/i&gt;” because Keaton was in it. She can draw in an audience or at least enough of one for a movie like this to make it’s money back. Then again, given the quality of the film maybe she’s glad that the release was very, very limited. You almost get the sense that Heder knows the clock is running out. As much as he’s tried to difference himself from being typecast as Napoleon, he seems to embrace some of his traits here (the quick run offs, the stumblings, the eccentricities). He plays a 29 year old loser named Jeffrey who “works” at a bookstore and lives with his widowed mother, Jan (Keaton). They are best friends as the movie is far from subtle in letting us know. They even have each night of the week dedicated to a special occasion (miniature golf, bowling, etc.). When Jan meets a nice, cancer survivor/motivational speaker named Mert Rosenbloom (Daniels), they fall for each other and Jeffrey finds his world falling apart. Mert moves in and tries his best to befriend Jeffrey, even ignoring the fact that he’s almost thirty and still living with his mom and doesn’t have a driver’s license. Jeffrey declares war and tries to break them up. Mert is truly a nice guy and finally has to break down and fight back after Jeffrey repeatedly and cruelly humiliates him. All while Keaton’s character frets on why the two men she loves in her life just can’t get along. Sound familiar? There was an equally awful movie called “&lt;i style=""&gt;Mr. Woodcock&lt;/i&gt;” that came out around the same time that had almost the exact same plot, except the boyfriend was an actual bully and the son wasn’t a loser. The movie’s desperate attempts to get laughs out of Heder’s and Daniel’s feud is tired and takes away from what would have made a much better movie- Heder’s blooming romance with a cute coffee shop worker named Nora (Faris), who spends her spare time writing anti-corporation folk songs. Faris is the movie’s saving grace and continues to prove that she is the best female comedic actress around (not to mention her serious turn in “&lt;i style=""&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/i&gt;”). She is so sweet and great in the picture that you feel sorry for her. You wish that the character could have found her way into a better movie. How she falls for the selfish, imbecile Jeffrey is a complete mystery that the screenplay dismisses with lines like “I like you because you’re different”. Daniels does what he can and it’s a shame that he hasn’t been offered better roles after his bull’s-eye underrated performance in “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Squid and the Whale&lt;/i&gt;”. Keaton, is well, Diane Keaton- pulling the same “lawdy da” routine she’s been doing since “&lt;i style=""&gt;Annie Hall&lt;/i&gt;”. How any of these people got mixed up in this movie and with it’s star is a question they should all be asking their agents. As for Heder, I hope he’s been setting some of his money aside. You don’t see many “Vote for Pedro” shirts anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smiths- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/134515896a38c55f"&gt;There is a Light That Never Goes Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generation X- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/13451544b510b465/"&gt;Ready Steady Go&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mamas-Boy-Sarah-Chalke/dp/B0016K31ZE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1212946523&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mamas-Original-Motion-Picture-Soundtrack/dp/B000XCZC0I/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1212946181&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamasboymovie.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bh4AHigvveM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bh4AHigvveM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-6780893132661956178?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/6780893132661956178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=6780893132661956178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/6780893132661956178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/6780893132661956178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/mamas-boy-2007.html' title='MAMA&apos;S BOY (2007)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SE_AWguoEbI/AAAAAAAAAq4/aaRL9QFPrJI/s72-c/Mama%27s+Boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-4061301545111682733</id><published>2008-06-01T11:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:33:02.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THEN SHE FOUND ME (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SE31Av3rX_I/AAAAAAAAAqw/iED3QwuvLy4/s1600-h/then-she-found-me-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SE31Av3rX_I/AAAAAAAAAqw/iED3QwuvLy4/s320/then-she-found-me-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210089737136332786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;THEN SHE FOUND ME&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 100 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Helen Hunt (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Mad About You&lt;/i&gt;”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Alice Arlen (&lt;i style=""&gt;Silkwood&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;The Weight of Water&lt;/i&gt;) and Victor Levin (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Mad About You&lt;/i&gt;”; &lt;i style=""&gt;Win a Date with Tad Hamilton!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Bette Midler, Helen Hunt, Matthew Broderick, Colin Firth, Salman Rushdie, Lynn Cohen, Ben Shenjman, Maggie Siff, Audrey Elizabeth Fafard&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;How does Helen Hunt have an Oscar? How has she milked that same character she plays in every single movie/TV show for the past what fifteen years now and still get away with it? Well, the clock is running out. Just like her character in this god-awful Lifetime bound melodrama is running out of time to have a baby, so is Hunt’s career. Gone are the days starring opposite Jack Nicholson, Mel Gibson, and Tom Hanks. Now are the days where her movie has to play the festival circuit until it is finally picked up by a distributor who hopes he can make his money back from women that like to rent any kind of chick flick available, particularly one with someone that used to be a “star”. There was a time when I liked Hunt. I thought she was adorable on “&lt;i style=""&gt;Mad About You&lt;/i&gt;”, but it was when she made the leap to movies- especially in the Oscar winning role for the &lt;i style=""&gt;extremely &lt;/i&gt;overrated “&lt;i style=""&gt;As Good As It Gets&lt;/i&gt;”- that I realized that she was a one trick pony. She continued her act straight through “&lt;i style=""&gt;Cast Away&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;What Women Want&lt;/i&gt;” and then seemed to do the world a favor and disappeared. Then she popped up, looking old and miserable (not to mention miscast), in the Oscar Wilde adapted flop, “&lt;i style=""&gt;A Good Woman&lt;/i&gt;”, which not even Scarlet Johansson could get an audience for. Now, for reasons unknown, she’s back and not just acting the same role as usual, but she’s also directing. Leave it to a tired actress to direct a tired movie- a movie that we’ve seen on cable a million times. A woman who wants to have a baby, waited too late and now the clock is ticking and she is desperately trying to find a way to get pregnant. That’s it. That’s the whole plot. One hundred minutes of Hunt doing her one note act, faking some tears, making some unfunny sarcastic one-liners, and giving everybody a happy ending- except her character is so obnoxious that you don’t want to her to have the happy ending. She doesn’t deserve it. Just like she didn’t deserve that Oscar. Just go back to TV and get over with all ready. I'm sure Paul Reiser is  desperately waiting for you too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;(For the record in 1997, when she won the gold statue, she beat out Kate Winslet (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Titanic&lt;/i&gt;”), Helena Bonham Carter (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Wings of the Dove&lt;/i&gt;”), Julie Christie (!) (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Afterglow&lt;/i&gt;”), and Dame Judi Dench (! again) (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Mrs. Brown&lt;/i&gt;”). What an unjust world)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron &amp;amp; Wine- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/13376294514f6d4a/"&gt;Naked as We Came&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn Colvin- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/133767660d56b743/"&gt;I’ll Say I’m Sorry Now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0455805/cinemashowtimes?location=change"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2UBHepKLak&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2UBHepKLak&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-4061301545111682733?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/4061301545111682733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=4061301545111682733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/4061301545111682733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/4061301545111682733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/06/then-she-found-me-2008.html' title='THEN SHE FOUND ME (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SE31Av3rX_I/AAAAAAAAAqw/iED3QwuvLy4/s72-c/then-she-found-me-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-378440886411886011</id><published>2008-05-31T00:49:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:53:36.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY MOM'S NEW BOYFRIEND (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SE2jNFe8eAI/AAAAAAAAAqo/DDTJMr5A_iM/s1600-h/My+moms+new+boyfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 225px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SE2jNFe8eAI/AAAAAAAAAqo/DDTJMr5A_iM/s320/My+moms+new+boyfriend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209999789143128066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;MY MOM’S NEW BOYFRIEND&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 97 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: George Gallo (&lt;i style=""&gt;Trapped in Paradise&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Double Take&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: George Gallo (&lt;i style=""&gt;Bad Boys&lt;/i&gt; (story); &lt;i style=""&gt;Midnight Run&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Antonio Banderas, Meg Ryan, Colin Hanks, Selma Blair, Rocco Savastano, Trevor Morgan, Gary Grubbs, Thomas Joseph Adams&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Wow, “&lt;i style=""&gt;My Mom’s New Boyfriend&lt;/i&gt;”, a dreadfully unfunny and messy action/romantic-comedy was destined to fail right from the get go. The brains behind the project is writer/director George Gallo who’s only legitimate claim to any sort of relevance in film history is his screenplay for “&lt;i style=""&gt;Midnight Run&lt;/i&gt;” . Here he shows why and, in case you’re wondering, his other films have included the tired mistaken identity buddy action flick “&lt;i style=""&gt;Double Take&lt;/i&gt;” and Eddie Griffin’s “&lt;i style=""&gt;Dysfunktional Family&lt;/i&gt;”- is it sad that his only semi-watchable movie was the Nicolas Cage/Dana Carvey/Jon Lovitz Christmas comedy “&lt;i style=""&gt;Trapped in Paradise&lt;/i&gt;”? This movie, originally titled "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homeland Security&lt;/span&gt;", had numerous problems before and during production. Annette Bening was originally cast in the Meg Ryan role when the plot was supposed to be a thriller (that the studio was comparing to Hitchcock’s classic “&lt;i style=""&gt;To Catch a Thief”-&lt;/i&gt; HA!). After it was changed into a romantic-comedy with some action to mix in, Norm MacDonald was hired and then quit (apparently after actually reading the script). What does that leave us? An over the hill and obviously zonked on prescription meds Meg Ryan running around like an escaped mental patient, an embarrassed Antonio Banderas looking like he’d much rather be doing another movie, Colin Hanks poorly ripping off his own father’s charm, and a ridiculous plot that will make even the most forgiving movie go-er throw out a “hey wait a minute…”. When the film opens, Hanks is leaving mom Ryan to go to FBI school or whatever. Ryan has turned into a mess since her husband passed on- she’s wearing a horrendously fake fat suit and doing all the clichéd Kristie Alley “&lt;i style=""&gt;Fat Actress&lt;/i&gt;” bits like always having some kind of turkey leg or cupcake in her mouth during all the opening sequences. When Hanks comes home for vacation, he finds that his mom went on a diet and had a good deal of plastic surgery- including one of the most unnoticeable boob jobs in film history. Hanks has also brought home his fiancée, Emily (Selma Blair- the movie’s saving grace and looking hotter than ever. Her lingerie sequence is almost worth renting this movie. I’d you tube it if you can instead), but Mom has been busy herself and has a different man over every night. She also has a stalker (Rocco Savastano) who spends his nights outside her house drunkenly professing his undying love for her. Like every other joke in the movie, that one is run so far into the ground that by the five or sixth time it happens, you wish a truck would just come by and plow down the dumb bastard. This also resorts to a lot of annoying mugging and whining by Hanks, particularly when a guy younger than him (Trevor Morgan) takes his mom out and then home where they loudly make love all night. “That’s my mom!”, he must say about a thousand times in the picture and not once is it funny. The plot then starts to kick into gear when Mom meets the dashing Tommy (Banderas), a fun loving gentleman who “seems too good to be true”, which of course he is. During an emergency FBI meeting that Hanks has fly off to, he learns that Tommy is one of the FBI’s ten most wanted criminals (how an FBI agent wouldn’t know that is beyond me- I guess I don’t know enough about the profession). He is told by his supervisors not to tell anyone- including mom or the fiancée. Don’t worry, no laughs come about due to this and the movie lazily limps along as Hanks and Banderas play mind games and try to one up each other until- gasp!- Banderas actually ends up being a better guy than Hanks thought. If you think I gave away too much of the plot and ruined the movie for you, don’t be mad, I did you a favor. Save your money and rent “&lt;i style=""&gt;Sleepless in Seattle&lt;/i&gt;” again. Remember Meg Ryan in a good way, don’t remember her in the “Fat Elvis” kind of way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack M4A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemonheads- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/133106885b2ef492/"&gt;Mrs. Robinson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/13366535f89e76ef/"&gt;Rockin' The Suburbs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Moms-New-Boyfriend-Tom-Adams/dp/B00177YA0Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1213044857&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; (Release Date: 06/17/08)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ckkDJDcEZ94&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ckkDJDcEZ94&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-378440886411886011?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/378440886411886011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=378440886411886011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/378440886411886011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/378440886411886011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-moms-new-boyfriend-2008.html' title='MY MOM&apos;S NEW BOYFRIEND (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SE2jNFe8eAI/AAAAAAAAAqo/DDTJMr5A_iM/s72-c/My+moms+new+boyfriend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-6282100637765897499</id><published>2008-05-30T07:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T16:01:54.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOISE (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEw57C_wcXI/AAAAAAAAAqg/tQk2dN1ZC7I/s1600-h/NOISE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 221px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEw57C_wcXI/AAAAAAAAAqg/tQk2dN1ZC7I/s320/NOISE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209602555540173170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;NOISE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Not Rated&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 88 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Henry Bean (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Believer&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer: Henry Bean (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Believer&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Basic Instinct 2&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Tim Robbins, William Hurt, Bridget Moynahan, Margarita Levieva, William Baldwin, Maria Ballesteros, Keir O’ Donnell, Gabrielle Brennan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Noise&lt;/i&gt;” is an odd movie. One that is filled to the brim with energy and not so much ideas as a single idea that it wants to let you know about for it’s entire running length. That idea, of course, is noise. Having lived in New York with a brief period of time, I can empathize with the hero of the film, David Owen (Tim Robbins- a role originally intended for Ryan Gosling) A.K.A. “The Rectifier”. Owen is a relatively calm business man who is trying to do his best to raise his family&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that includes a young daughter (Gabrielle Brennan) and keep his marriage to his beautiful wife, Helen (Tom Brady’s ex Bridget Moynahan) stable. When he first moved to New York he loved it- even the never ending sounds that accompanied it. One night, however, everything changed. He is listening to his wife practice her musical instrument and is interrupted by a loud, obnoxious car alarm that continues to go off. After that night, the alarms seem to never stop, the trucks in the city never seem to stop backing up, the people on cell phones are everywhere… David Owen becomes a man obsessed with noise pollution. When he, after a long night of trying to get his child to sleep, he walks down to the street and breaks into the offending car with the never ending alarm he mouths off to the police and is put in jail. After his release he is soon arrested again. He decides that since no one is willing to change anything, he’ll have to become sort of a folk superhero and so the “Rectifier” is born. The “Rectifier” is simply David dressed all in black with a hoodie, smashing in car windows, opening the hoods of the cars, and dismantling their alarms (and leaving his calling card). He also uses similar methods to stores that have irritating alarms as well. One store he vandalizes brings along the questioning of an amateur journalist named Ekaterina (the striking Margarita Levieva), who has David pegged as his alter ego. She doesn’t want to turn him in, she wants to help. David’s marriage is on hold for the moment, so he takes up a passionate affair with Ekaterina and they recruit a small team of activists and attempt to get a new law past. Only the uptight Mayor (a hilarious William Hurt) is so against “The Rectifier”, he is doing everything in his power to make sure the bill won’t pass. Sounds like a busy movie doesn’t it? Not really. There’s a lot of talk and little action. There’s action in the sense that you get to see David break into a lot of cars and stores, but not much else. Mainly he complains a lot. You can see why his wife wants to leave him. He was once a sane man and, for some reason, noise is his weakness and he can’t go on living a normal life with it. He tells a jury in a rather bland courtroom finale that in the future mankind will look back at us and be “amazed at how we lived with all of this noise!”. The movie has a message and yes, it’s hard to disagree that noise pollution is not an annoyance, but when you live in a big city like New York, it’s just part of the way of life. Like I said, I was only there for a few months and the first few weeks I would wake up at the crack of dawn to the sounds of trucks, car alarms, loud voices, horns, subways, you name it, but then a funny thing happened and the noises eventually began to soothe me. When I left Brooklyn for Reno, I found myself unable to sleep the entire time I was there. I missed the noise. Who knows? Maybe if David is to get his way and stop his obsession, he might be left with nothing to show for and maybe he’ll having trouble sleeping for a completely different reason. What would have happened if Ahab would have caught Moby Dick after all?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;(I couldn’t find any of the musical score from the film- sorry! Below are some songs that I thought might have fit in well in the film)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Björk- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/133026758193a6bd/"&gt;It’s Oh So Quiet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy Child- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/133027961f6b53c3/"&gt;Noise Won’t Stop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.alibris.com/moviesearch?upc=616892960522&amp;amp;siteID=Xe7wXJ28Ktc-q1tMCTRpvDE1Kz_6J81OYQ"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.empiremovies.com/movie/noise/21604/preview"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XgYMRTit-M&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XgYMRTit-M&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-6282100637765897499?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/6282100637765897499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=6282100637765897499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/6282100637765897499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/6282100637765897499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/noise-2008.html' title='NOISE (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEw57C_wcXI/AAAAAAAAAqg/tQk2dN1ZC7I/s72-c/NOISE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-4815880557994318150</id><published>2008-05-29T10:35:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:06:48.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BE KIND REWIND (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEr12irZE-I/AAAAAAAAAqY/3Xx_2cJkZ9Y/s1600-h/bekindrewind7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEr12irZE-I/AAAAAAAAAqY/3Xx_2cJkZ9Y/s320/bekindrewind7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209246236377945058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;BE KIND REWIND&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 101 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Michel Gondry (&lt;i style=""&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;The Science of Sleep&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Michel Gondry (&lt;i style=""&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/i&gt; (story); &lt;i style=""&gt;The Science of Sleep&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Jack Black, Mos Def, Danny Glover, Sigourney Weaver, Mia Farrow, Melonie Diaz, Marcus Carl Franklin, Paul Dinello, Irv Gooch, Heather Lawless, Matt Walsh, Jon Glaser, Kid Creole&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Michel Gondry is a director of limitless imagination and a vision that could only be compared to sometime collaborator Charlie Kaufman. Gondry has been fascinated with dreamlike images since his days directing groundbreaking music videos for the likes of Daft Punk and Björk (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Bachelorette&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Human Behaviour&lt;/i&gt;” are two of the greatest videos ever). After an awkward debut with “&lt;i style=""&gt;Human Nature&lt;/i&gt;” (based on a weak Kaufman script), Gondry proved any naysayers dead wrong with his masterpiece “&lt;i style=""&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/i&gt;” (for which he and Kaufman both won Oscars for their work on the screenplay). Following up such a beloved cult classic was tough and Gondry made a bold decision to write &amp;amp; direct a very personal and very out there dream “romantic” comedy called “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Science of Sleep&lt;/i&gt;”- a movie that seems to fall in the “love it or hate it” category with most people. I thought it was wonderful and the film, being his first without Kaufman, showed that Gondry was willing to take risks and willing to let his imagination become his narrative. The movie may have had it’s minor flaws, but it’s one of those films that gets better with each viewing and more appreciated- if you didn’t care so much for it the first time try watching it again. You may get more at what the director was going for. And so that brings us to Gondry’s fourth film, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Be Kind Rewind”,&lt;/i&gt; which is unlike any of his prior films. Why? Because despite it’s eccentric plot, it’s Gondry’s most accessible and commercial film to date- it’s less out there than even “&lt;i style=""&gt;Eternal Sunshine&lt;/i&gt;” was. It follows a completely linear storyline, doesn’t vary over into weirdsville too often, and has Jack Black, well, doing his Jack Black schtick in it. It’s more of a lark than a step forward. Those expecting an expansion of the progressive work he was doing with “&lt;i style=""&gt;Science of Sleep&lt;/i&gt;” may be disappointed, then again maybe the lukewarm receptions for "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt;" is why he choose this as his next project. It’s a safe choice and it’s poor showing at the box office is puzzling. The movie will most likely find a nice home now that it’s finally coming out on DVD. Those who weren’t willing to take a chance on it in the theaters (the poster, admittedly, doesn’t make it look like a very intelligent picture). Jerry (Black) and Mike (rapper Mos Def- in a role originally intended for Dave Chappelle) work at an independently owned Video Rental Store in a big city. The stubborn owner (Danny Glover) refuses to stock DVDs and the store is slowly going out of business due to the chain store across the street that only carries DVDs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The owner goes out of town and leaves Mike in charge, warning him not let the irresponsible Jerry near the store during his absence. Mike ignores the warning and Jerry, a victim of some sort of magnetizing accident (you have to see the movie to understand), accidentally erases every video in stock. What to do? Particularly when one of the owner’s friends (Mia Farrow- still weird to see without Woody Allen around) comes in and wants to rent a VHS copy of “&lt;i style=""&gt;Ghostbusters&lt;/i&gt;” for her teenage son. Unable to locate a copy, Mike and Jerry opt to film their own version (“She’s never seen a science-fiction movie!”, Jerry rationalizes, “She’ll probably think they’re all twenty minutes long”. Mike agrees, “If we stand far enough back then she won’t recognize us”). She comes in the next day and rents the video and wouldn’t you know it? Her kids loved it and they want more. Pretty soon the entire neighborhood wants more and Jerry and Mike and their crew- a pretty Latin dry cleaner (Melonie Diaz) and a homeless man (Irv Gooch) are hard at work trying to meet the supply and demand. Of course, the city officials and some studio lawyers lead by the heartless Ms. Lawson (Sigourney Weaver) want to tear the store down unless they can come up with enough money to meet building regulations. If they can’t come up with the money then the store will have to be re-located to the projects. Gondry and the cast have fun here and after a relatively slow start so does the audience, the energy is hard to shake off. The re-creations of the films are almost impossible not to laugh at and instead of being a one-joke premise, the core of the movie is really about the love of movies in general and people’s interpretations of them. It’s a movie that is flawed for sure, but done with such love and care that you just can’t help but love it. Gondry, I’m sure, has some bizarre new project that’s ready to push some film boundaries in the wings, but it was pleasant enough for him to make something that could appeal to a wide audience and in turn make them laugh and realize why they love movies to begin with.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Parker Jr.- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/13270282e8fc208d/"&gt;Ghostbusters Theme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Black- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/132701334da034a2/"&gt;Ghostbusters Theme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Be-Kind-Rewind-Jack-Black/dp/B0017RFY56/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1212869683&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; (Release Date: 06/17/08)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Be-Kind-Rewind-Original-Soundtrack/dp/B0010V4TBO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1212869722&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bekindmovie.com/"&gt;Website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/62CZL9Rhz8Y&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/62CZL9Rhz8Y&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-4815880557994318150?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/4815880557994318150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=4815880557994318150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/4815880557994318150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/4815880557994318150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/be-kind-rewind-2008.html' title='BE KIND REWIND (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEr12irZE-I/AAAAAAAAAqY/3Xx_2cJkZ9Y/s72-c/bekindrewind7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-6516179176883498100</id><published>2008-05-28T12:25:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:59:18.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE STRANGERS (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEo75tnbxbI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/V7VxtfwFJ0g/s1600-h/strangers-firstlook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEo75tnbxbI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/V7VxtfwFJ0g/s320/strangers-firstlook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209041781690975666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;THE STRANGERS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 80 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Bryan Bertino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Bryan Bertino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Liv Tyler, Gemma Ward, Scott Speedman, Laura Margolis, Kip Weeks, Glenn Howerton&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s the fear that it could happen just because that makes “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Strangers&lt;/i&gt;” work. Indeed one of the villains (Heath Ledger’s ex Gemma Ward) tells her victims (Liv Tyler and Scott Speedman) that everything is happening simply because they “were home”. The movie is a decidedly assured debut from writer/director Bryan Bertino, who uses the ol’ nudge wink wink trick of claiming the movie is based on true events, when in fact it is loosely based on a handful of separate occasions- none of which really resemble what happens here. In fact, the main inspiration for the film was an incident in Bertino’s childhood where he had a run in with a neighborhood thief. Still, it must have left one hell of an impression on him and the other events that “inspired” the film include a random house invasion that resulted in four deaths. The deadly roll of the dice when dealing with twisted and dangerous minds is more frightening than any Freddy Krueger or “&lt;i style=""&gt;Saw&lt;/i&gt;” could ever be. Bertino has also done his homework when it comes to making a solid horror film. The movie is set primarily in one setting- an isolated house in the woods- and has only a handful of characters- most of which barely speak- and yet he works the audience into being on the edge of their seat by simply using the most effective methods of scaring them- the element of surprise and the slow build up of tension. The invaders, dressed up in creepy masks (including an “&lt;i style=""&gt;Orphanage&lt;/i&gt;” looking burlap sack) toy with their victims and in turn toys with us. It’s like “&lt;i style=""&gt;Funny Games&lt;/i&gt;”- which the movie is all ready getting a lot of unfair comparisons too (they are both great films on their own rights, but “&lt;i style=""&gt;Games&lt;/i&gt;” is on a different level and has a different purpose)- in that manner, except it’s allowed to be more realistic and thus more frightening. “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Strangers&lt;/i&gt;” for some reason seems to be getting the wrath of most critics. These are the same critics that complain every time the studios drop a lame “&lt;i style=""&gt;Prom Night&lt;/i&gt;” or another “&lt;i style=""&gt;Grudge&lt;/i&gt;” on us and yet here is a finely crafted horror film that does exactly what it should do- it keeps you in suspense, it scares you, and it leaves you afraid to turn the light off when you get home. Only this time instead of telling yourself “it’s only a movie”, you have to think that maybe one day &lt;i style=""&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; might just happen to “be home”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna Newsom- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/132456785b25e285/"&gt;Sprout and the Bean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Bragg &amp;amp; Wilco- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/132456585aacb446/"&gt;At Window Sad and Lonely&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://www.fandango.com/thestrangers_31413/movieoverview"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Strangers-Tomandandy/dp/B0018FNCYC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1212823380&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestrangers.net/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nCU0k_jbCUo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nCU0k_jbCUo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-6516179176883498100?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/6516179176883498100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=6516179176883498100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/6516179176883498100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/6516179176883498100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/strangers-2008.html' title='THE STRANGERS (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEo75tnbxbI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/V7VxtfwFJ0g/s72-c/strangers-firstlook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-5019228277804754267</id><published>2008-05-27T17:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:20:53.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AMERICAN OUTLAWS (2001)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEVRSl9qeNI/AAAAAAAAAqI/E-eHxr9rhA0/s1600-h/AMERICAN+OUTLAWS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEVRSl9qeNI/AAAAAAAAAqI/E-eHxr9rhA0/s320/AMERICAN+OUTLAWS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207657923994089682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;AMERICAN OUTLAWS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 94 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Les Mayfield (&lt;i style=""&gt;Encino Man&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Blue Streak&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Roderick Taylor (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Brave One&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Open Graves&lt;/i&gt;) and John Rogers (&lt;i style=""&gt;Catwoman&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;The Core&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Colin Farrell, Scott Caan, Ali Larter, Kathy Bates, Timothy Dalton, Gabriel Macht, Will McCormack, Harris Yulin, Ronny Cox, Terry O’Quinn, Gregory Smith. Nathaniel Arcand, Barry Tubb&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Having been extremely impressed with “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Ford&lt;/i&gt;”, I came across “&lt;i style=""&gt;American Outlaws&lt;/i&gt;” and remembered it was about James as well. I barely recalled it being released into theaters, but as a western fan I had always wanted to watch it despite the overwhelmingly negative reviews I had read by the critics (it is included in Roger Ebert’s book collection of awful movies “&lt;i style=""&gt;Your Movie Sucks&lt;/i&gt;”). Five minutes in and I thought that maybe the critics were taking themselves too seriously, that “&lt;i style=""&gt;American Outlaws&lt;/i&gt;” was going to be a fun, brainless action packed western in the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Young Guns&lt;/i&gt;” mold. Fifteen minutes later and the sad realization sunk in that that was not going to be the case. Brainless- yes. Fun- only if you have a group of friends ready to rip the movie apart. Ebert calls the movie a “Boy Band Western” in his review and it’s an accurate description. Released in 2001, a time when dumb teen movies filled the multiplexes, the movie is an excuse to showcase “talents” like Scott Caan and Ali Larter that Hollywood kept insisting were going to be the “next big things”, but fittingly never became them. Colin Farrell managed to escape this mess, but I’m sure he thanks the heavens that “&lt;i style=""&gt;Minority Report&lt;/i&gt;” was released the following year, because if his career had to be judged by his performance here then he’d be in a lot of straight-to-DVD releases. The story of Jesse and Frank James has long been an easy fill for Hollywood. The story lends itself well to film, but here instead of letting the story unfold and naturally be interesting, “&lt;i style=""&gt;American Outlaws&lt;/i&gt;” decides to just unroll boring clichés and ridiculous action sequences (at one point, Farrell rolls across a bar shooting two six shooters and killing every “bad guy” in sight). It also awkwardly throws in James’ real life romance with his future wife, Zee Mimms (played in a Razzie worthy performance by Larter). The romantic scenes seem to actually try to outdo the awfulness of the action sequences and finally collide into one complete clusterfuck when Zee joins the gang to help rescue Jesse from chief villain Allan Pinkerton (former ‘James Bond’ Timothy Dalton). The movie’s main weakness (out of many) is it’s laughable dialogue- some of the worst in western history- witness the discussion between Farrell and Caan as Caan’s character- real life outlaw and co-gang leader Cole Younger- wants to change the name of the gang from the “James-Younger Gang” to the “Younger-James Gang”. One of the twerps in the gang chimes in that “done makes no sense ‘cuz it will confuse people! People will think that there’s an “Older James Gang”!”. Har Har. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moby- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/130454948ed3e63c/"&gt;Find My Baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet Set Satellite- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/13048150f0c83a00/"&gt;Baby Cool Your Jets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/American-Outlaws-Colin-Farrell/dp/B00005QW6V/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1212500758&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/American-Outlaws-Colin-Farrell/dp/B00005N8VN/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1212500784&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanoutlaws.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnwgoDsYuLc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnwgoDsYuLc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-5019228277804754267?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/5019228277804754267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=5019228277804754267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/5019228277804754267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/5019228277804754267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-outlaws-2001.html' title='AMERICAN OUTLAWS (2001)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEVRSl9qeNI/AAAAAAAAAqI/E-eHxr9rhA0/s72-c/AMERICAN+OUTLAWS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-4524958066966328100</id><published>2008-05-26T17:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:24:07.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DOGFIGHT (1991)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEQJacvv6gI/AAAAAAAAAp4/LacndJrX2T4/s1600-h/DOGFIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 193px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEQJacvv6gI/AAAAAAAAAp4/LacndJrX2T4/s320/DOGFIGHT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207297419144849922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;DOGFIGHT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 94 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Nancy Savoca (&lt;i style=""&gt;Household Saints&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;If These Walls Could Talk&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Bob Comfort (&lt;i style=""&gt;Good Luck&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: River Phoenix, Lili Taylor, Brendan Fraser, Mitchell Whitfield, Anthony Clark, Richard Panebianco, E.G. Daily, Ron Lynch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Dogfight&lt;/i&gt;” is one of the most sadly overlooked indie gems of the 1990’s. While River Phoenix had gotten praise (and an Oscar nomination) for “&lt;i style=""&gt;Running on Empty&lt;/i&gt;” and for the overrated “&lt;i style=""&gt;My Own Private Idaho&lt;/i&gt;”, he gives the best performance of his too short career here. As does indie veteran Lili Taylor. It’s such a sweet and wonderful movie that it’s a wonder that it hasn’t gained a cult audience. It has just become another shamefully hidden treasure. Upon it’s release in 1991, it only opened in only two theaters. I remember seeing a glowing review on “&lt;i style=""&gt;Siskel &amp;amp; Ebert&lt;/i&gt;” and then it was quietly released on video where it probably ended up on the previously viewed shelf for sale soon after. If you get a chance to see this movie, do yourself a favor and do so. Yes it’s kind of a romantic picture, but it’s not a chick flick, though girls will most likely enjoy it (if they can get past the R rated language- which inspires a very funny sequence in a fancy restaurant). It’s set in 1963 and Phoenix stars as Eddie Birdlace, a young kid who along with his three friends- all together dubbed the four “B”s- Berzin (Richard Panebianco), Oakie (Anthony Clark) and Benjamin (Mitchell Whitfield) are on the eve of being shipped off to Vietnam- prior to it becoming &lt;i style=""&gt;Vietnam&lt;/i&gt;. As Birdlace later explains to his date, “We’re going to go for a few months, have a few laughs, and then come back”, unaware of the hell that awaits him and his friends. They decide to spend their last evening, waiting to ship off in San Francisco, by staging a “dogfight”. Not the Michael Vick kind, but a cruel contest where the sailors try to find the ugliest date and bring them to a club where they are judged and the winner gets a wad of cash. Berzin cheats by hiring a sure winner prostitute (E.G. Daily- Dottie in “&lt;i style=""&gt;Pee-wee’s Big Adventure&lt;/i&gt;”) with a set of removable front teeth. Clueless, the others scamper to find competition. Birdlace desperately settles on a bashful waitress in a diner named Rose (Taylor). When he first sees her, she is alone in the corner strumming an acoustic guitar. He asks her what music she likes, she lists off Woody Guthrie and Bob Dylan and he bullshits his way into getting her to accept a date. He waits outside while she gets ready and is annoyed to discover when she comes out to the car that she has dressed herself up to be actually pretty. They go to the dogfight and Rose ends up winning honorable mention because she drinks too much and throws up. She overhears the prostitute arguing with Berzin about her cut of the winnings and slaps Birdlace and storms out. Instead of spending the rest of the evening in drunken escapades with his friends, Birdlace tracks Rose back down and insists on making the night up to her. He explains to her that he tried to get her to leave the contest because he actually liked her. They spend the evening together dining out, walking, and getting to know each other. The screenplay is so sharp and the performances so strong that there is never a dull moment. The movie feels so right and personal that by the end of the movie you feel like you know the characters personally. The director, Nancy Savoca (making her debut), makes a brave decision and continues the movie after Birdlace returns from Vietnam, providing one of the most tender, heartbreaking conclusions I’ve ever seen. I think back to all of the indie movies that tried too hard that got too much attention in the ‘90’s and how “&lt;i style=""&gt;Dogfight&lt;/i&gt;” is better than most of them put together. Something tells me if River Phoenix were around today, he’d say this was his favorite out of all his movies. It’s a terrible tragedy that he isn’t around for us to find out for sure. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/12986804e02a733b/"&gt;Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright&lt;/a&gt; (My favorite Dylan song)&lt;br /&gt;Shirley Ellis- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/129880482869ef88/"&gt;The Nitty Gritty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dogfight-River-Phoenix/dp/B000085OY0/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1212416601&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dogfight-Original-Soundtrack/dp/B000008F57/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1212416639&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BTPkLUf9c10&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BTPkLUf9c10&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-4524958066966328100?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/4524958066966328100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=4524958066966328100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/4524958066966328100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/4524958066966328100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/dogfight-1991.html' title='DOGFIGHT (1991)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEQJacvv6gI/AAAAAAAAAp4/LacndJrX2T4/s72-c/DOGFIGHT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-1586465685920754033</id><published>2008-05-25T02:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:30:00.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOTGUN STORIES (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEK6Q8vv6fI/AAAAAAAAApw/_zLEkw-WGZo/s1600-h/SHOTGUN+STORIES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 206px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEK6Q8vv6fI/AAAAAAAAApw/_zLEkw-WGZo/s320/SHOTGUN+STORIES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206928919540787698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;SHOTGUN STORIES&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 92 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Jeff Nichols&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Jeff Nichols&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Michael Shannon, Glenda Pannell, Douglas Ligon, Barlow Jacobs, Natalie Canerday, Lynnsee Provence, G. Alan Wilkins, Michael Abbot, Jr., Coley Canpany, Cole Hendrixson, Tucker Prentiss, Wyatt Ashton Prentiss, David Rhodes, Travis Smith&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s no surprise that David Gordon Green (&lt;i style=""&gt;Snow Angels&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;All the Real Girls&lt;/i&gt;) went to film school with the writer/director of “&lt;i style=""&gt;Shotgun&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;Stories&lt;/i&gt;”, Jeff Nichols. They both probably learned more from Terrance Malick than the film school and as Malick produced Green’s underrated masterpiece, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Undertow&lt;/i&gt;”, Green has produced his old friend Nichol’s film debut. The visuals are striking, the pace is slow but poetic, there is action- though most of it takes place quickly or off-screen, yet more is told through expressions and nuances than dialogue. It’s a story about a family rivalry. A family fathered by one drunken hateful man who abandoned his wife (Natalie Canerday) and three children to start a new life as a born again Christian and fathered four more children with his new wife. They all live in the same small redneck town in Arkansas and when the father dies all hell breaks loose. The abandoned children have grown up and remain extremely close. They are informed of their father’s death by their mother, whom they despise, one night as she knocks on the door and lazily tells them and then leaves. Son (Michael Shannon) is the father figure out of the brothers. He is married to good woman (Glenda Pannell- in a wonderful performance) who can’t understand why he is more loyal to his brothers than to her. He also has a son who he takes out fishing with the other two brothers- Kid (Barlow Jacobs) and Boy (Douglas Ligon). Kid is engaged to his high school sweetheart (Coley Canpany) and sleeps in a tent outside Son’s home. Boy lives in his van and coaches the middle school basketball team, which consists of three kids, and is always listening to an old Benny Mardones cassette that is stuck in his tape deck. After Son’s wife leaves him, the brothers move in. They attend their father’s funeral and Son makes a speech telling everyone in attendance- which of course includes his new family- what kind of man he really was and then he spits on his casket. The incident starts a chain of events that leads to a feud that goes from threats to violence to murder. The new family didn’t know the old version of their father and are loyal to him. Son knows maybe that he made a mistake, but is too proud to admit it. The eldest brother (Michael Abbot, Jr.) of the new family sees what is coming and tries to stop it, but it slips out of his control. The deliberately slow pace is used well to build the tension in the film and it’s a look at how gossip isn’t just something that women at hair salon’s take seriously. Most of the events in the movie are spurned by hearsay- mainly by a homeless drug dealer named Shampoo (a hilarious G. Alan Wilkins) who is sort of the messenger of doom between the two families. It’s also a movie about letting macho ego get in the way of logic and it’s one of the best examinations of a small rural Southern town in recent memory. The characters are rednecks, but they aren’t played for laughs- there are funny moments for sure, though Nichols lets us know that his characters aren’t dumb. They may not think through important decisions, but they are smarter than their appearances. Clearly, this movie isn’t for everyone. Some will be bored, others will be frustrated with some of the plot turns and the open ending. Others will appreciate the honesty and poetry of it. David Gordon Green is earning his reputation as one of the best directors of our generation and it sure is nice of him to introduce another great talent to us. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Shotgun Stories&lt;/i&gt;” is an excellent debut and I can’t wait to see what Jeff Nichols will do next.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucero- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/12897231a96f3ed1/"&gt;Hold Me Close&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny Mardones- &lt;a href="http://cache07-music01.myspacecdn.com/56/std_8081a2568dc792afe6f03417292783e6.mp3?bandid=26668091&amp;amp;songid=1804740&amp;amp;p=MTkvMDgvMjY2NjgwOTEvMjY2NjgwOTFfMzAzMWFkMzM=?bandid=26668091&amp;amp;songid=1804740&amp;amp;token=1212262547_7d5a95ccf21d7686bbda08467f7e45a8"&gt;Into the Night&lt;/a&gt; (right click and ‘save as’)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0952682/cinemashowtimes?location=change"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-order the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shotgun-Stories-Natalie-Canerday/dp/B0016MJ6I8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1212280805&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; (Release Date: 07/01/08)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shotgunstories.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l1dp7y-NPRU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l1dp7y-NPRU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-1586465685920754033?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/1586465685920754033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=1586465685920754033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/1586465685920754033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/1586465685920754033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/shotgun-stories-2008.html' title='SHOTGUN STORIES (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEK6Q8vv6fI/AAAAAAAAApw/_zLEkw-WGZo/s72-c/SHOTGUN+STORIES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-664938546666883818</id><published>2008-05-24T12:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:31:02.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYS AND GIRLS (2000)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEDZEsvv6eI/AAAAAAAAApo/S8nzUbpXQyI/s1600-h/BOYS+AND+GIRLS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEDZEsvv6eI/AAAAAAAAApo/S8nzUbpXQyI/s320/BOYS+AND+GIRLS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206399843994429922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;BOYS AND GIRLS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No Stars)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 94 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Robert Iscove (&lt;i style=""&gt;She’s All That&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;From Justin to Kelly&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Andrew Lowery (&lt;i style=""&gt;Simon Sez&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Nothing&lt;/i&gt;) and Andrew Miller (&lt;i style=""&gt;Simon Sez&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Nothing&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Freddie Prinze, Jr., Claire Forlani, Jason Biggs, Amanda Detmer, Alyson Hannigan, Heather Donahue, Lisa Eichhorn &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Boys and Girls&lt;/i&gt;” is the type of a movie where the guy and the girl- who are “just friends” even though the screenplay let’s us all know in a very obvious way that they are meant for each other- go to a club and a random song comes on (in this case Apollo 440’s Fatboy Slim knock off “&lt;i style=""&gt;Stop the Rock&lt;/i&gt;”) and they go on the dance floor and everybody in the whole club has some sort of a synchronized dance routine for it that would have taken a solid month to get down, yet they all are in perfect rhythm (except of course, the goofy boy who has to be taught like he’s a moron for not knowing it in first place). “&lt;i style=""&gt;Boys and Girls&lt;/i&gt;” is also the type of movie that during the end credits runs a scene that was presumably originally intended to be in the feature where the Jason Biggs character runs into some Victoria Secrets models in the changing area of one of their shops and they all start farting and try to get him to fart because it “turns them on”. The movie is one of the most painful film experiences I’ve ever had. I couldn’t find one single redeeming quality in it. The cast is awful- particularly Claire Forlani (thank God her career died), the characters are unlikable, and the screenplay is so wretched, unfunny, and moronic that it’s a wonder the two guys that wrote it- labeled as the “Drews”- could figure out how to use their hands to type it to begin with. Freddie Prinze Jr. and the above mentioned Forlani star as Ryan and Jennifer. They first meet as pre-teens on an airplane where nerdy Ryan frets about the flight and Jennifer announces loudly to him that she is on her period. They meet years later and somehow instantly remember each other at a high school football game. Jennifer asks Ryan out on a date and he freaks out and tells her that they aren’t the “right fit” or something stupid like that. Wouldn’t you know it? They end up at the same college and run into each other again, and then again and again. They finally decide to become friends and they give each other romance advice (Ryan briefly dates Jennifer’s roommate) not realizing that they are truly “meant for each other”. They are each supplied with sidekicks. Ryan’s roommate, Hunter (Biggs), who has an identity crisis and just wants to get laid and Jennifer’s roommate, Amy (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Saving Silverman&lt;/i&gt;”’s Amanda Detmer), who is also unlucky in love and has a crush on her. It’s the type of movie where even though the characters are in a college filled with thousands of other peers, they somehow stick to only having one sole friend each. The movie tries to be insightful about love and life and fails miserably. Prinze and Forlani have zero chemistry and not only get on each other’s nerves through most of the movie, they have the same effect on the audience as nails on a chalkboard. Biggs and Detmer are so one note and annoying that the ploy ending set up for them is fitting and completely predictable. If the movie has any value whatsoever it’s that it effectively killed the Freddie Prinze romantic-comedy genre (save for the one last hurrah “&lt;i style=""&gt;Head Over Heels&lt;/i&gt;”- which was also terrible). The recent and limp, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Jack and Jill vs. the World&lt;/i&gt;”, tried to revive it and thankfully went away quietly and unnoticed. People will grow nostalgic for the late ’90’s when he was a movie star, but instead of having fond memories of his movies, I think they will just wonder why they ever liked him to begin with.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apollo 440- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/128654002505f955/"&gt;Stop the Rock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vertical Horizon- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/128664135ff9fe9b/"&gt;Everything You Want&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Boys-Girls-Freddie-Prinze-Jr/dp/B00004Z4RO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1212209169&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Boys-Girls-Various-Artists-Soundtracks/dp/B00004TH6X/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1212209201&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FBIYE656wr0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FBIYE656wr0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-664938546666883818?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/664938546666883818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=664938546666883818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/664938546666883818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/664938546666883818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/boys-and-girls-2000.html' title='BOYS AND GIRLS (2000)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SEDZEsvv6eI/AAAAAAAAApo/S8nzUbpXQyI/s72-c/BOYS+AND+GIRLS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-5825189865228560127</id><published>2008-05-20T09:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:39:44.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIANA JONES AND THE KINGDOM OF THE CRYSTAL SKULL (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SD_vscvv6dI/AAAAAAAAApg/QcSn9Pd0btM/s1600-h/INDIANA+JONES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SD_vscvv6dI/AAAAAAAAApg/QcSn9Pd0btM/s320/INDIANA+JONES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206143241173330386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;INDIANA JONES AND THE KINGDOM OF THE CRYSTAL SKULL&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 124 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Steven Spielberg (&lt;i style=""&gt;Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Jaws&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: David Koepp (&lt;i style=""&gt;Spider-man&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Harrison Ford, Cate Blanchett, Shia LaBeouf, John Hurt, Karen Allen, Ray Winstone, Jim Broadbent, Sasha Spielberg, Ernie Reyes Jr.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It took a little bit. When the movie first started, I knew that here was Indiana Jones (Harrison Ford) and he was battling some Russian commie scuzz. He makes some cracks about getting older, gets betrayed by an old friend (Ray Winstone), meets his new nemesis- Irina Spalko (Cate Blanchett- awesome as usual)- and ends up surviving a nuclear explosion by hiding in a the refrigerator of a perfect 1950’s model home. It’s business as usual, but it wasn’t until Jones and his new sidekick- a greaser teen named Mutt (Shia LaBeouf)- go exploring into the depths of a cave that I finally was able to relax and realize that I was, in fact, watching an Indiana Jones film. By God, it was a damn good feeling too. Like most of my peers, I was too young to ever watch any of the Indy flicks at the movies (I had a chance to see “&lt;i style=""&gt;Last Crusade&lt;/i&gt;”, but passed to see “&lt;i style=""&gt;Honey, I Shrunk the Kids&lt;/i&gt;” instead, I think- a regret I still have to this day), so it was glorious to finally see all the action on the big screen. Picking up a franchise after a nineteen year hiatus is tough, but the movies have become mandatory viewing for everyone. When the box set of the last three movies were finally released on DVD, they flew off the shelves. Who doesn’t love them? And what a relief that the newest addition (and according to Spielberg- not the last), “&lt;i style=""&gt;Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull&lt;/i&gt;”, is an admirably worthy addition to the legacy. You have to admire Spielberg and George Lucas for not rushing this thing out just to cash in. They even passed on scripts by high profilers Frank Darabont (“The &lt;i style=""&gt;Shawshank Redemption&lt;/i&gt;”), M. Night Shyamalan (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;/i&gt;”), and Tom Stoppard (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Brazil&lt;/i&gt;”). It was worth the wait. Not to say that “&lt;i style=""&gt;Kingdom&lt;/i&gt;” is the best entry of the series- it isn’t- but it does fit right in. It has everything you’d want from an Indiana Jones movie- plenty of action, heart pounding chases, insane stunts, great Indy wisecracks, snakes, and even the return of Marion (Karen Allen) - Jones’ love interest from “&lt;i style=""&gt;Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;/i&gt;”. This time around, after escaping the nuclear explosion, Indy finds himself tracked down by Mutt, who is a friend of one of Indy’s old colleagues- Professor Oaxley (John Hurt- looking like he went straight from the set of “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Proposition&lt;/i&gt;” to here). Oaxley has been taken prisoner by Irina Spalko in order to help locate a hidden skull that will lead the Russians to a lost city of gold. Of course, the two have to go try to rescue him and get the skull out of the hands of those commie bastards before all hell breaks loose. It’s funny how Spielberg can prove he’s still one of the greatest film directors of all time with a third sequel to a film he made in 1981. It just goes to show you how damned talented the guy is that he is able to reconnect with an audience that might be being introduced to Indy for the first time. You can also tell that the movie is a labor of love for him and Lucas. You know that enjoyed every minute making this movie. There will be gripes from some fans I imagine that will be let down and they will search and search to find reasons why. The main ones I’ve heard are silly “there’s no way so and so could do this”, “that could never happen", etc. etc. Have people forgotten that that is the point of the films? They are based on the serials of yesteryear. Where regular people have adventures and keep the audience on the edge of their seat. Sure, nobody could actually do what the characters do in these films during the action sequences, but that’s the point. It’s fantasy. It’s a reminder of a time when an action movie could be illogical with it’s actions, but didn’t treat it’s audience like it was stupid. It just gave them every cent worth of the ticket they bought to see it. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull&lt;/span&gt;" made every cent worth it. Good to have you back Dr. Jones.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis Presley- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/12826844b1c94575/"&gt;Hound Dog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Williams- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/128269143cc6aa60/"&gt;Indiana Jones Theme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0367882/cinemashowtimes?location=change"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Indiana-Jones-Kingdom-Crystal-Skull/dp/B00171MNM4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1212147612&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianajones.com/site/index.html"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQ60n9DiAEM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQ60n9DiAEM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-5825189865228560127?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/5825189865228560127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=5825189865228560127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/5825189865228560127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/5825189865228560127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/indiana-jones-and-kingdom-of-crystal.html' title='INDIANA JONES AND THE KINGDOM OF THE CRYSTAL SKULL (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SD_vscvv6dI/AAAAAAAAApg/QcSn9Pd0btM/s72-c/INDIANA+JONES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-7269210887720195525</id><published>2008-05-19T00:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:41:10.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SPEED RACER (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SD7ZFcvv6bI/AAAAAAAAApQ/HhpkHDxiTnM/s1600-h/Speed+Racer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 192px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SD7ZFcvv6bI/AAAAAAAAApQ/HhpkHDxiTnM/s320/Speed+Racer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205836906925910450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;SPEED RACER&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 135 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Larry Wachowski (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Matrix&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Bound&lt;/i&gt;) and Andy Wachowski (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Matrix&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Bound&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Larry Wachowski (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Matrix&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Bound&lt;/i&gt;) and Andy Wachowski (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Matrix&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Bound&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Emile Hirsch, Christina Ricci, Susan Sarandon, John Goodman, Matthew Fox, Scott Porter, Paulie Litt, Kick Gurry, Hiroyuki Sanada, Ji Hoon Jung, Richard Roundtree, Christian Oliver, Benno Furmann, Nayo K. Wallace, Roger Allam, Peter Fernandez, Cosma Shiva Hagen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Leave it to the Wachowski Brothers- the brains behind “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Matrix&lt;/i&gt;” trilogy and the lesbian noir thriller “&lt;i style=""&gt;Bound&lt;/i&gt;”- to deliver this summer’s most bizarre children’s movie. The film adaptation of the classic/cult Japanimation cartoon series “&lt;i style=""&gt;Speed Racer&lt;/i&gt;” comes off as a sincere homage backed with out of this world effects that sometime blow you away and other times have you feel like you’re watching the actors acting in front of the green screen with a Sega Genesis game as their backdrop (or Sega Saturn really if you want to get dorky about it). You have to hand it to them. Even if it has a serious case of A.D.D. and sugar overload, it is a labor of love from it’s makers. There was no half-assing it involved here. Young Speed Racer (Nicholas Elia) dreams of becoming a famous race car driver just like his older brother Rex (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Friday Night Light&lt;/i&gt;”’s Scott Porter). The whole Racer family works as a team. Dad Racer (John Goodman) builds the cars with his assistant Sparky (Kick Gurry), while Mom (Susan Sarandon) makes the meals. After a disagreement, Rex leaves the family to go off on his own and a tragic accident occurs. Years later and Speed (now played by Emile Hirsch) has stepped right into Rex’s shoes and is the talk of the racing circuit. He is being courted by an evil corporation named Royalton industries which has a secret agenda in fixing races. Speed is forced to take team with racing rival Racer X (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Lost&lt;/i&gt;”’s Matthew Fox), who may or may not be Speed’s presumed deceased brother, Rex. All of this while trying to prepare for the Grand Prix and trying to keep ultra-supportive girlfriend Trixie (a super hot Christina Ricci) happy. The movie is so full of visuals that it’s a bit of an attack on the senses, sometimes in a good way. The Wachowskis are known for the visionary skills and they show off well, even with the Sega backdrops. The problem, though, as it was with the end of the “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matrix&lt;/span&gt;” films is that the story and dialogue sometimes take a back seat to those visuals and the action. The brothers are so excited to put it all on the table that they forget that there’s other things that needed to be tendered to to make a successful film- even if it is just for kids. Even the action occasionally is so frantic that it’s tough to decipher just what exactly what in the hell is happening (plus seeing John Goodman kick ass in slow motion is just kind of weird in it’s own right, don’t you think?). The cast is game and know what their directors are looking for, though my main problem with the film was the character of Speed’s little brother, Spritle (Paulie Litt), a hyper and chubby little kid who’s best friend is a monkey named Chum Chum. The character is beyond annoying and appears as if he has sugar pumping directly into his blood stream at all times (there’s also some super strange fantasy sequences involving him too that are really out of place). That aside, the movie is fun, if a bit overlong, though I have feeling most parents that take their kids won’t be reminiscing about when they used to watch the cartoon as much as they will be scratching their heads.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Giacchino- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/12780318eb8a7231/"&gt;Speed Racer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Giacchino- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/1278070604855949/"&gt;Let Us Drink Milk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0811080/cinemashowtimes?location=change"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Speed-Racer-Michael-Giacchino/dp/B00175G7MC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1212078228&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedracerthemovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tO2jcwgIi8o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tO2jcwgIi8o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-7269210887720195525?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/7269210887720195525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=7269210887720195525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/7269210887720195525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/7269210887720195525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/speed-racer-2008.html' title='SPEED RACER (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SD7ZFcvv6bI/AAAAAAAAApQ/HhpkHDxiTnM/s72-c/Speed+Racer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-548998988508881978</id><published>2008-05-18T00:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:42:23.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS (1998)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SD2Fd8vv6aI/AAAAAAAAApI/iUQYT-7_5qQ/s1600-h/FEAR+%26+LOATHING+IN+LAS+VEGAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SD2Fd8vv6aI/AAAAAAAAApI/iUQYT-7_5qQ/s320/FEAR+%26+LOATHING+IN+LAS+VEGAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205463493879261602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 118 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Terry Gilliam (&lt;i style=""&gt;Brazil&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Twelve Monkeys&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Terry Gilliam (&lt;i style=""&gt;Brazil&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Time Bandits&lt;/i&gt;), Tony Grisoni (&lt;i style=""&gt;Tideland&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Brothers of the Head&lt;/i&gt;), Alex Cox (&lt;i style=""&gt;Repo Man&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Sid and Nancy&lt;/i&gt;), and Tod Davies (&lt;i style=""&gt;Three Businessmen&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Johnny Depp, Benicio Del Toro, Cameron Diaz, Tobey Maguire, Christina Ricci, Ellen Barkin, Gary Busey, Harry Dean Stanton, Mark Harmon, Flea, Penn Jillette, Craig Bierko, Lyle Lovett, Hunter S. Thompson, Verne Troyer, Christopher Meloni, Laraine Newman, Michael Jeter, Katherine Helmond, Tim Thomerson, Richard Portnow, Debbie Reynolds&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Cult animated filmmaker Ralph Bashki (&lt;i style=""&gt;Fritz the Cat&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Cool World&lt;/i&gt;) once spent a weekend with one of Hunter S. Thompson’s girlfriend’s in the ‘80’s trying to convince her to sell him the rights to make a cartoon version of Thompson’s masterpiece “&lt;i style=""&gt;Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas&lt;/i&gt;” accompanied by the drawings of Thompson illustrator Ralph Steadman. Thompson had given her the rights after his unhappiness with the earlier flat bio-pic of him, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Where the Buffalo Roam&lt;/i&gt;”. Bashki failed and said a cartoon version would be the only proper way to make a film of the book. Many years later when Bashki saw Terry Gilliam’s live action version he said that he was “right”, that Gilliam had essentially made a cartoon version of the film. Like most of my contemporaries (unless they are bullshitting you), I knew little about Hunter S. Thompson before I saw this film. I had read a few of his Rolling Stone articles, but had never read “&lt;i style=""&gt;Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas&lt;/i&gt;” or any of his other works. I went to the theaters in 1998 because it was a Terry Gilliam film about drugs that had Johnny Depp in it. The movie blew me away and my cousin Curtis and I ended up seeing it at the AMC Orange Park  four times in the two weeks that they actually played it. I took an interest in Thompson immediately and start picking up some of his books. Though I never picked up “&lt;i style=""&gt;Vegas&lt;/i&gt;”. The movie had been so panned by critics- critics who I assume were aggravated because they didn’t think the movie did the book justice- that I wasn’t sure I wanted to read it just yet. That maybe somehow it would ruin the film for me. Now at the age of twenty six, I finally have read the book. What can I say? It was brilliant. Worth all the praise. The day after I finished it, I popped in the Criterion DVD of the movie and watched it. I was very pleased that the book hadn’t ruined it, though I believe they are two separate entities- if that makes any sense. I laughed a lot when I read the book, even though I had all ready laughed at the same bits during the many times I had seen the film over the years. The book had, of course, a lot of parts that didn’t make it into the movie and the movie had parts that it elaborated on that worked. And ol’ Bashki was right- the movie is essentially a live action cartoon. That’s what makes it work so well. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Sid and Nancy&lt;/i&gt;”/”&lt;i style=""&gt;Repo Man&lt;/i&gt;” director Alex Cox was one of the handful of directors (including Martin Scorsese) who tried to bring a film adaptation to the screen (he is credited with co-writing the script here, but only due to some bullshit Writers Guild rule). As much as I respect Cox, I don’t think he could have made a version of the movie that would have done the book justice. Gilliam, the only American “&lt;i style=""&gt;Monty Python&lt;/i&gt;” member and one of the best living directors we have around, has the eye and imagination needed to make it work. Anyone who has seen the documentary “&lt;i style=""&gt;Lost in La Mancha&lt;/i&gt;” knows how his mind works, how much of a perfectionist he is. Only the man who brought movies like “&lt;i style=""&gt;Brazil&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Adventures of Baron Munchausen&lt;/i&gt;” could have pulled this off. Johnny Depp is absolutely perfect as Thompson- or Raoul Duke rather. Thompson himself vetoed the casting of John Cusack after meeting Depp, saying he was the only person that could play him properly. Benicio Del Toro as Thompson’s attorney, Oscar Acosta (or Dr. Gonzo as he is referred here), is also perfect. They fit in with the madness and are willing to go as far as Gilliam needs them to. Watching it again, I was even more amazed at Gilliam’s work, mystified that the critics didn’t appreciate what he had done, yet vindicated that movie has deservedly become a cult classic over the years (even if it means putting up with a bunch of dorks repeating &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the “bat country” line whenever you mention the movie to them). I’ll never forget leaving the theater after watching this for the first time. I had seen a movie that was like nothing I had ever seen before, from a director that I had all ready loved, but this time backed by a voice that was new to me. That doesn’t happen every day. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Dog Night- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/126270002b724d3d/"&gt;Mama Told Me Not to Come&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dead Kennedys- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/12626959534487d0/"&gt;Viva Las Vegas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fear-Loathing-Las-Vegas-Collection/dp/B00007ELDF/ref=pd_bbs_sr_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1211989420&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fear-Loathing-Las-Vegas-Picture/dp/B000006NN1/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1211989470&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Loathing-Harper-Perennial-Modern-Classics/dp/0007204493/ref=pd_bbs_sr_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1211989420&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zm7r491n-8o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zm7r491n-8o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-548998988508881978?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/548998988508881978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=548998988508881978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/548998988508881978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/548998988508881978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/fear-and-loathing-in-las-vegas-1998.html' title='FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS (1998)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SD2Fd8vv6aI/AAAAAAAAApI/iUQYT-7_5qQ/s72-c/FEAR+%26+LOATHING+IN+LAS+VEGAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-1063340277659885226</id><published>2008-05-17T06:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:43:23.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 ITEMS OR LESS (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDs9D8vv6ZI/AAAAAAAAApA/APKMjjXJDG8/s1600-h/10+ITEMS+OR+LESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 189px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDs9D8vv6ZI/AAAAAAAAApA/APKMjjXJDG8/s320/10+ITEMS+OR+LESS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204820932412041618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;10 ITEMS OR LESS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 82 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Brad Silberling (&lt;i style=""&gt;Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events; City of Angels&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;: Brad Silberling (&lt;i style=""&gt;Moonlight Mile&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Morgan Freeman, Paz Vega, Jonah Hill, Danny DeVito, Anne Dudek, Kumar Pallana, Rhea Pearlman, Bobby Cannavale, Jim Parsons, Leonardo Nam, Jennifer Echols &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;10 Items or Less&lt;/i&gt;” starts off with the appeal of an early/mid 90’s indie picture and then slowly (and I do mean slowly…) ends up wearing out it’s welcome and coming across as a poor man’s “&lt;i style=""&gt;Lost in Translation&lt;/i&gt;”- particularly when you learn that writer/director Brad Silberling isn’t much of an indie figure at all. He’s the guy that brought the world the film version of “&lt;i style=""&gt;Casper&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;City of Angels&lt;/i&gt;”. Somewhere a small movie that deserved a chance was shelved for this one instead and that’s a real shame. A movie star played by Morgan Freeman (and implied to be Morgan Freeman) visits a small L.A. food market to research his comeback role for an independent picture where he may or may not be set to play a market manager. He’s dropped off by a stoner crew member (Jonah Hill- irritating. His schtick is wearing thin) and immediately gravitates to the 10 items or less line run by the sassy Spanish Scarlet (Paz Vega). After her shift ends, Freeman realizes his ride has left him and Scarlet offers to give him a ride home, but she has some errands to run first. And so begins their day together- they stop by and see her idiot ex-husband (Bobby Cannavale), shop at Target, prep Scarlet for a job interview, etc. Not much happens, which can be okay if you have a film that can rely on it’s characters and dialogue to pull you through, but “&lt;i style=""&gt;10 Items or Less&lt;/i&gt;” can’t cut it. Freeman (who also co-produced) is, without a doubt, an incredibly talented actor and he’s allowed to be lose here for a change. He has plenty of charm, but something about him starts to wear thin. He’s almost too charming. As the “fish out of water” in a lower class section of L.A., he doesn’t have the wear of life that Bill Murray brought to “&lt;i style=""&gt;Lost in Translation&lt;/i&gt;”. He’s &lt;i style=""&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; happy if you know what I mean. Vaga seems like she was picked after Penelope Cruz turned down the role. She has talent and I’d like to see her turn up in something better suited for it. The interactions between the two come off as forced. Silbering likes his idea, but he isn’t sure what to do with it. It’s almost like he wrote the script and had to think of places for his characters to kill time so they could make to the end of the movie. There’s plenty of jokes riffing on Freeman’s movies with Ashley Judd- which end up in various places in the discount bin in the movie. Funny, I imagine this movie will have a place in the same bin pretty soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Simon- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/1230624950fe1481/"&gt;Duncan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cypress Hill- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/12515076076c053f/"&gt;Latin Thugs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/10-Items-Less-Morgan-Freeman/dp/B000MGUZAM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1211840156&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MquN2nZnhZw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MquN2nZnhZw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-1063340277659885226?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/1063340277659885226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=1063340277659885226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/1063340277659885226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/1063340277659885226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-items-or-less-2006.html' title='10 ITEMS OR LESS (2006)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDs9D8vv6ZI/AAAAAAAAApA/APKMjjXJDG8/s72-c/10+ITEMS+OR+LESS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-7983286346725170535</id><published>2008-05-16T19:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:44:14.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VINCE VAUGHN'S WILD WEST COMEDY SHOW: 30 DAYS &amp; 30 NIGHTS- HOLLYWOOD TO THE HEARTLAND (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDLeXRgfLGI/AAAAAAAAAo4/mjSvPsh5QqI/s1600-h/wildwestcomedyshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDLeXRgfLGI/AAAAAAAAAo4/mjSvPsh5QqI/s320/wildwestcomedyshow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202465010984365154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;VINCE VAUGHN'S WILD WEST COMEDY SHOW: 30 DAYS &amp;amp; 30 NIGHTS- HOLLYWOOD TO THE HEARTLAND&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 100 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Ari Sandel (&lt;i style=""&gt;West Bank Story&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Brad Cutter Ruined My Life… Again&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Vince Vaughn, Justin Long, Jon Favreau, Dwight Yoakam, Ahmed Ahmed, Peter Billingsley, Keir O’Donnell, Buck Owens, John Caparulo, Bret Ernst, Sebastian Maniscalo, Taylor Hackford&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When I saw the trailer for the new Vince Vaughn documentary (deep breath…) “&lt;i style=""&gt;Vince Vaughn’s Wild West Comedy Show: 30 Days &amp;amp; 30 Nights- Hollywood to the Heartland&lt;/i&gt;”, I was pretty stoked. Vince Vaughn is one of my favorite actors and has the ability to make me laugh usually just by pretty much appearing on screen (I was crying laughing before he even spoke in “&lt;i style=""&gt;Anchorman&lt;/i&gt;”- I am a weirdo). The premise of the doc is pretty simple- Vince gathered a handful of hand picked up and coming comics he admired and decided to do a tour- “Just like Buffalo Bill did” according to him- across the heartland of America. Not a bad idea. The stand up comedy docs have had prior success in Jerry Seinfeld’s underrated “&lt;i style=""&gt;Comedian&lt;/i&gt;” and Spike Lee’s “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Kings of Comedy&lt;/i&gt;” (not the dozen knock offs that followed though). This doc, however, does not work. The comics Vaughn has chosen just simply are not very funny. Not funny enough to carry an entire film anyway. I can only imagine the poor saps that were drawn in to the show due to Vaughn’s name on the Marquee, saw about fifteen minutes of a usually very tired Vaughn (or so it seems), and then had to sit through the weak routines of the comics he brought along. John Caparulo has the most presence of the bunch, but even he seems like a doomed contestant on “&lt;i style=""&gt;Last Comic Standing&lt;/i&gt;”. Vaughn occasionally brings along some guests- “&lt;i style=""&gt;Swingers&lt;/i&gt;”/ “&lt;i style=""&gt;Made&lt;/i&gt;” partner (and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Iron Man&lt;/i&gt;” director) Jon Favreau, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Dodgeball&lt;/i&gt;” co-star Justin Long, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Wedding Crashers&lt;/i&gt;” co-star Keir O’Donnell, Dwight Yoakam, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Christmas Story&lt;/i&gt;”’s “Ralphie” (and one of the movie’s producers) Peter Billingsley, etc., but they are mostly wasted. Particularly the bit with Favreau and Long, which Long is literally asked to play waiter to the other two. Billingsley’s bit is one of the movie’s highlights as he provides some old footage of his and Vaughn’s appearance in an ‘80’s after-school special about steroids (all I could think about was that scene in “&lt;i style=""&gt;Swingers&lt;/i&gt;” where Vince talks about his after-school special audition). Other than that, the other aspects of the documentary fail to be of interest. The behind the scenes parts are dull with mostly the comics whining about the chores of being on tour or how their performances bombed (in which they are mostly correct). There’s also a really forced Hurricane Katrina portion in which Vaughn, very nicely, puts on a benefit show for the victims- though some of the comics complain about having to hand out free tickets to the victims, which is a bit appalling. All in all, the driving force of the movie -Vince himself- isn’t as charismatic as usual, the editing is sloppy, the comics aren’t funny, and the road trip isn’t very interesting. During a video round up before one of the shows, a fan declares something along the lines of “If Vince thinks these guys are funny, then I completely trust him!”. I hope she had a lot of drinks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack M4As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Cash- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/12306015e31c84a7/"&gt;Get Rhythm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis Presley- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/1230624950fe1481/"&gt;Too Much&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Pre-order the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vince-Vaughns-Wild-West-Comedy/dp/B0012KHOOC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1211293104&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; (Release Date: 06/03/08)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wildwestpictureshowproductions.com/index.html"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RfYi9uMP8lg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RfYi9uMP8lg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-7983286346725170535?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/7983286346725170535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=7983286346725170535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/7983286346725170535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/7983286346725170535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/vince-vaughns-wild-west-comedy-show-30.html' title='VINCE VAUGHN&apos;S WILD WEST COMEDY SHOW: 30 DAYS &amp; 30 NIGHTS- HOLLYWOOD TO THE HEARTLAND (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDLeXRgfLGI/AAAAAAAAAo4/mjSvPsh5QqI/s72-c/wildwestcomedyshow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-6392573779525661866</id><published>2008-05-15T18:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:45:51.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS... (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDD6JxgfLFI/AAAAAAAAAow/1a-QwChvlxw/s1600-h/what-happens-in-vegas-photos-032408-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDD6JxgfLFI/AAAAAAAAAow/1a-QwChvlxw/s320/what-happens-in-vegas-photos-032408-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201932615428287570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 99 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Tom Vaughn (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Big Love&lt;/i&gt;”; “&lt;i style=""&gt;John From Cincinnati&lt;/i&gt;”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Dana Fox (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Wedding Date&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Cameron Diaz, Ashton Kutcher, Lake Bell, Queen Latifah, Dennis Miller, Zach Galifianakis, Dennis Farina, Treat Williams, Rob Corddry, Deirdre O’Connell, Jason Sudeikis, Krysten Ritter, Andrew Daly, Amanda Setton&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, you’ve got a strictly by the books romantic-comedy starring two of Hollywood’s least talented leading stars- and yet somehow the movie is strangely watchable. Ashton Kutcher is Ashton Kutcher and Cameron Diaz is exactly the way Anna Faris mocked her in “&lt;i style=""&gt;Lost in Translation&lt;/i&gt;”. They don’t seem to have a lot of chemistry, the jokes are predictable and stale, and you know what’s going to happen five minutes before it does, but somehow the movie is mildly entertaining- forgettable, but mildly entertaining. Diaz plays uptight stockbroker Joy McNally, who is dumped by her fiancée (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/i&gt;”’s Jason Sudeikis) at a surprise birthday party she throws for him. She had purchased two tickets to Las Vegas as his present and her best friend, Tipper (Lake Bell- an actress I am really starting to become fond of), convinces her they should go anyway. Meanwhile, slacker (surprise!) man-child, Jack (Kutcher), is fired by his own father (Treat Williams). His best friend, incompetent lawyer, Hater (Rob Corddry), convinces him they need to go to Vegas to party down. Through a mistake by the hotel, the two couples are booked in the same room. They end up partying together and guess what? Joy and Jack wake up married! After deciding it’d be best to get an annulment, they play a slot machine and win three million dollars. It was Joy’s quarter, but Jack pulled the lever (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Sour Grapes&lt;/i&gt;” anyone?). A judge (Dennis Miller- really hungry for work apparently) orders the couple to try their best at marriage for six months and they can keep the money. Fail and they will lose it all. Joy is forced to move in with Jack and their personalities and lifestyles clash. But wouldn’t you know it? As much as they try to sabotage each other to get the money all to themselves, they start to actually fall in love. You probably didn’t even need to read this far into the review to guess that. Hell, you probably could have guessed it by just looking at the poster for the movie. Romantic-comedy fans should be pleased, others may be bored. I don’t know, maybe I was just in a good mood or something. Two stars certainly isn’t a flattering review, but in this case it was a lot higher than I expected when I popped it in tonight. Your girlfriend/wife could certainly pick out something worse to watch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mika- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/1223502391b815fa/"&gt;Grace Kelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior Senior- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/122350613502e4ce/"&gt;Can I Get Get Get&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1033643/cinemashowtimes?location=change"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whathappensinvegasmovie.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kUd2ocRRqxc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kUd2ocRRqxc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-6392573779525661866?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/6392573779525661866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=6392573779525661866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/6392573779525661866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/6392573779525661866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-happens-in-vegas-2008.html' title='WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS... (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDD6JxgfLFI/AAAAAAAAAow/1a-QwChvlxw/s72-c/what-happens-in-vegas-photos-032408-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-6435306516603939461</id><published>2008-05-14T21:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:48:00.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JOSHUA (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDC06RgfLEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/_cZojwLCeLE/s1600-h/joshuapic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDC06RgfLEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/_cZojwLCeLE/s320/joshuapic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201856482837998658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;JOSHUA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 106 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: George Ratliff (&lt;i style=""&gt;Hell House&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Purgatory County&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: George Ratliff (&lt;i style=""&gt;End Zone&lt;/i&gt;) and David Gilbert (&lt;i style=""&gt;End Zone&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Sam Rockwell, Vera Farmiga, Jacob Kogan, Dallas Roberts, Michael McKean, Celia Weston, Nancy Giles, Linda Larkin, Alex Draper, Jodie Markell&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;You’ve seen one “Evil Child” movie, you’ve seen them all. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Joshua&lt;/i&gt;” is no different. Bound to draw comparisons to “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Omen&lt;/i&gt;”, “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Bad Seed&lt;/i&gt;”, and even the Macaulay Culkin disaster “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Good Son&lt;/i&gt;”, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Joshua&lt;/i&gt;” asserts itself into the unmemorable section of it’s genre. A shame really, because it has a lot of potential. The cast is dynamite. The always reliable Sam Rockwell is excellent, as if Vera Farmiga, whom I loathed in “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Departed&lt;/i&gt;”. Jacob Kogan as the title character/boy from hell is also creepy and effective. The problem is we’ve just seen the story one too many times and there’s nothing really new or different about “&lt;i style=""&gt;Joshua&lt;/i&gt;” for it to stand out. Rockwell and Farmiga are an upper class Manhattan family who welcome a newborn baby girl into their family. Their nine year old son, Joshua (Kogan), is instantly jealous. He all ready feels like an outsider and one day stumbles across a video cassette that reveals the horrific post mortem depression his mother went through after his birth. Joshua also senses that his Dad might not really love him. Accidents start to happen, pets start to die, strange events take place without explanations and the finger points to the kid, but he’s too smart to let anyone but dear old dad catch on. The movie isn’t as bloody or terrifying as “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Omen&lt;/span&gt;”, which I believe it will get the most comparisons to. It has moments of tension and suspense (the cinematography is very well done), but it just doesn’t add up to anything special. If you’re going to tread familiar waters, it helps to have a dynamite cast, but you have to help them out a little. You have to give them something new to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Matthews- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/121909747fac5b2d/"&gt;The Fly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomez- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/12224287c0e2ac4e/"&gt;See the World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Joshua-Sam-Rockwell/dp/B000Y7U982/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1211146527&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/JOSHUA-Nico-Muhly/dp/B0015S9M1Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1211145775&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxsearchlight.com/joshua/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TpeTkVEJqDE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TpeTkVEJqDE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-6435306516603939461?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/6435306516603939461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=6435306516603939461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/6435306516603939461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/6435306516603939461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/joshua-2007.html' title='JOSHUA (2007)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDC06RgfLEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/_cZojwLCeLE/s72-c/joshuapic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-2000183586883951251</id><published>2008-05-13T02:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:48:39.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER THE SAME MOON (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDCxdhgfLDI/AAAAAAAAAog/TpNbrKdunWk/s1600-h/SameMoonMIFF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDCxdhgfLDI/AAAAAAAAAog/TpNbrKdunWk/s320/SameMoonMIFF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201852690381876274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;UNDER THE SAME MOON&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 106 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Patricia Riggen (&lt;i style=""&gt;Family Portrait&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;The Cornfield&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Ligiah Villalobos (&lt;i style=""&gt;One World&lt;/i&gt;; “&lt;i style=""&gt;Ed&lt;/i&gt;”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: America Ferrera, Adrian Alonso, Kate del Castillo, Eugenio Derbez, Jesse Garcia, Angelina Pelaez, Carmen Salinas, Maria Rojo, Maya Zapata, Gabriel Porras, Gustavo Sanchez Parra, Los Tigres del Norte&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Under the Same Moon&lt;/i&gt;”, despite it’s unjustified PG-13 rating, is the perfect family film for a family that doesn’t mind subtitles. Nine year old Carlos (Adrian Alonso) is stuck in Mexico under the care of his Grandmother, while his mother (Kate del Castillo) works in Los Angeles. They meet every Sunday through a pay phone. She has been trying to bring him into the States, but she can’t figure a way out. After Grandma passes on, Carlos decides to track down his mother on his own- and so begins his odyssey into America as an illegal immigrant. It’s a road movie in the tradition of most road movies. Carlos meets a lot of eccentric characters, some good, some bad. His cousin (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/i&gt;”’s America Ferrera) and her boyfriend attempt to get him into the States, but have some unfortunate luck. Carlos meets a hardened illegal alien (Eugenio Derbez) who at first dislikes the boy, then grows to love him after the boy goes out of his way to make sure he finds work. We all know how the picture will end and that’s both good and bad. There’s nothing new here and though it’s entertaining, it does tend to be a tad slow. One thing that did bother me about the film though was it’s portrayal of the border patrol and most Americans being evil towards immigrants-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;even some of the Mexicans were portrayed with not so pure hearts too (Ferrera’s character and the boyfriend are helping out Carlos more so for money than for him being family). It’s as if the boy and the mother are the only two pure souls under the moon. Resorting to stereotypes in a movie that is so sweet and heartwarming at parts is a bit insulting to it’s audience. Though, like I said it would be a great family movie if everyone in the family doesn’t mind subtitles. Underneath all the easy pokes lies a very good movie. It’s a shame it had to point fingers to tell it’s story.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Brightman- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/122261381821c7c3/"&gt;No One Like You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0796307/cinemashowtimes?location=change"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-order the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Under-Same-Moon-Mario-Almada/dp/B00180IPM6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1210981906&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; (Available on 6/17/08)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0015O48US/soundttheartoffi"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxsearchlight.com/underthesamemoon/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jCZgUiPixE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jCZgUiPixE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-2000183586883951251?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/2000183586883951251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=2000183586883951251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/2000183586883951251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/2000183586883951251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/under-same-moon-2008.html' title='UNDER THE SAME MOON (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDCxdhgfLDI/AAAAAAAAAog/TpNbrKdunWk/s72-c/SameMoonMIFF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-3800176137400088887</id><published>2008-05-12T06:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:49:15.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE IN THE WORLD IS OSAMA BIN LADEN? (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDCncRgfLCI/AAAAAAAAAoY/qDoVoK9VvEI/s1600-h/Bin+Laden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDCncRgfLCI/AAAAAAAAAoY/qDoVoK9VvEI/s320/Bin+Laden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201841673790762018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;WHERE IN THE WORLD IS OSAMA BIN LADEN?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 93 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Morgan Spurlock (&lt;i style=""&gt;Super Size Me&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Morgan Spurlock (&lt;i style=""&gt;Super Size Me&lt;/i&gt;) and Jeremy Chilnick&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Morgan Spurlock, Alexandra Jamieson &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Morgan Spurlock lucked out with a documentary that told people something that was very obvious- fast food is bad for you. How many people eat fast food and actually think they are doing their body a favor? Not to say that “&lt;i style=""&gt;Super Size Me&lt;/i&gt;” wasn’t an entertaining documentary. I liked it. It didn’t sway my opinion on McDonald’s like it did with everyone else that watched it (and then went back to eating it again in a couple of a months). The movie earned an Oscar nomination and a television series for Spurlock on the FX network called “&lt;i style=""&gt;30 Days&lt;/i&gt;”, where he basically milked his “I’ll try such and such for thirty days to show you how to tough or unhealthy it is to do it”. Now, like the last kid to finish the race, he comes along with his Iraq war doc, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Where in the World is Osama Bin Laden?&lt;/i&gt;”, in which Spurlock goes on a world wide search for the “most hated” man in America (now that Saddam is dead, of course). The movie goes to show what many all ready knew- Spurlock can be entertaining, but as a documentarian he isn’t exactly Errol Morris. Why the Weinstein Brothers paid a whole lot of millions to obtain the rights to this movie (after only seeing the first fifteen minutes) is beyond me. America is over Iraq war movies- not just with documentaries (though the Oscars seem to believe different), but with movies even dealing with the subject (look at the box office receipts for “&lt;i style=""&gt;Stop Loss&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Lion for Lambs&lt;/i&gt;”, etc.). We all care deeply about the war and want it to end, but seriously how many more movies do we need about it? Those who have seen the picture may question if it is even a war doc to begin with. After all, Spurlock is mainly just exposing the myths both sides of the war have against each other and he “comically” pulls a Carmen Sandiago in trying to find Osama. So maybe describing it as a war doc is unfair, yet it is impossible to not have it on your mind while viewing the picture and I believe that was an intentional choice on Spurlock’s part. Spurlock’s charisma is also an acquired taste (to put it best). His “I’m smarter than you, yet on the same level as the common man” approach can get old and annoying rather quickly. Was I entertained by this documentary? Sort of. Did I learn anything? Not really. Morgan Spurlock may have got McDonald’s to end their “Super Size” option on their menus, but I’m not really sure what he’s trying to accomplish here. By now, most Americans are smart enough to know that Osama Bin Laden is not the big bad boogeyman that our government has built him up to be. He is, without a doubt, a criminal and a danger to society, but he isn’t waiting in New York City to blow up anything anytime soon. 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(2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SDCncRgfLCI/AAAAAAAAAoY/qDoVoK9VvEI/s72-c/Bin+Laden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-4825689220101105840</id><published>2008-05-11T03:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:50:39.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE KILLING OF JOHN LENNON (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SC8UrRgfLAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/sHaQgUCzEIU/s1600-h/Lennon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SC8UrRgfLAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/sHaQgUCzEIU/s320/Lennon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201398828302806018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;THE KILLING OF JOHN LENNON&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 114 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Andrew Piddington (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Dinosaur Hunters&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Supersleuth&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Andrew Piddington (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Dinosaur Hunters&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Supersleuth&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Jonas Ball, Sofia Dubrawksy, Tom Zolandz, Mie Omori, Krisha Fairchild, Richard Sherman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I watched “&lt;i style=""&gt;Chapter 27&lt;/i&gt;” last week- the other movie about the night John Lennon was killed by Mark David Chapman- and complained in my review that while Jared Leto gave an outstanding performance as Chapman, the movie didn’t give us anything to learn about him as a person. Watching “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Killing of John Lennon&lt;/i&gt;” I figured out why. There wasn’t &lt;i style=""&gt;too much&lt;/i&gt; to learn about him to begin with and what there was, wasn’t that interesting. Chapman, in both of these films, is exactly as I have always imagined him- lonely, crazy, and starved for notoriety. “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Killing of John Lennon&lt;/i&gt;” is the weaker of the two films because, well, it gave me exactly what I asked for- more information on Chapman. He’s played here by a relatively unknown actor named Jonas Ball. Ball drops the heavy Southern accent Leto used in the other film and plays Chapman rather blandly. Leto became the man, Ball gives us a performance and to be quite honest, not a very good one. It was a bold (or maybe cheaper) move to go with a no-name for the lead, but it’s not like Ball was overflowing with talent. The reason I stated I wanted to know more about Chapman in the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Chapter 27&lt;/i&gt;” review was because Leto’s performance made me want to. Ball, on the other hand, seems to be too bored to play him. He doesn’t portray him as a crazy or sane person- he just, well, plays him (if that makes any sense). The plot lines between the two films are obviously pretty identical, except the two major supporting characters from “&lt;i style=""&gt;Chapter 27&lt;/i&gt;”- Lennon groupie Jude Stein (played in that film by Lindsay Lohan) and photographer Paul Goresh- are largely absent. Stein (played here by Sofia Dubrawsky)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;gets about one or two scene- ditto Goresh (Tom Zolandz). So we are left with, like most of “Chapter 27”, a whole lot of alone time with Chapman and since the guy is so presented as so dull and predictable, it is one boring watch. In “&lt;i style=""&gt;Chapter 27&lt;/i&gt;”’s case, more would have better to make a better film. In “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Killing of John Lennon&lt;/i&gt;”’s case perhaps nothing at all would have been better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina Charles- &lt;a href="http://cache01-music01.myspacecdn.com/1/std_180d65d953d08c2b93c886006159a75e.mp3?bandid=88731211&amp;amp;songid=60242445&amp;amp;p=MTEvMjEvODg3MzEyMTEvODg3MzEyMTFfODI1MjUyZWQ=?bandid=88731211&amp;amp;songid=60242445&amp;amp;token=1210650426_99f0d40c7d1d999a1795649b4cb3b9b3"&gt;I Love to Love&lt;/a&gt; (right click “save as”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Killing-John-Lennon-Krisha-Fairchild/dp/B0018PH3K6/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1210981754&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thekillingofjohnlennon.com/index.html"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jryjs5aktvM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jryjs5aktvM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-4825689220101105840?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/4825689220101105840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=4825689220101105840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/4825689220101105840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/4825689220101105840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/killing-of-john-lennon-2008.html' title='THE KILLING OF JOHN LENNON (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SC8UrRgfLAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/sHaQgUCzEIU/s72-c/Lennon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-2676642183292190975</id><published>2008-05-10T10:21:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:51:15.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TEN (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SC4-sxgfK_I/AAAAAAAAAoA/lOjYWlBrtwM/s1600-h/WinonaTheTen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 188px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SC4-sxgfK_I/AAAAAAAAAoA/lOjYWlBrtwM/s320/WinonaTheTen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201163558584265714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;THE TEN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 96 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: David Wain (&lt;i style=""&gt;Wet Hot American Summer&lt;/i&gt;; “&lt;i style=""&gt;The State&lt;/i&gt;”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: David Wain (&lt;i style=""&gt;Wet Hot American Summer&lt;/i&gt;; “&lt;i style=""&gt;The State&lt;/i&gt;”) and Ken Marino (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The State&lt;/i&gt;”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Winona Ryder, Jessica Alba, Paul Rudd, Adam Brody, Gretchen Mol, Justin Theroux, Famke Janssen, Leiv Schreiber, Janeane Garafolo, Thomas Lennon, Michael Ian Black, Kerri Kenney, Oliver Platt, Ken Marino, Michael Showalter, Ron Silver, A.D. Miles, David Wain, Zak Orth, Joe Lo Truglio, Todd Holoubek, Rob Corddry, Ali Marsh, Rashida Jones, Peter Salett, Craig Wedren&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;While a couple of key members of MTV’s infamous ‘90’s comedy troupe The State went on to achieve well deserved stardom through Comedy Central’s “&lt;i style=""&gt;Reno 911&lt;/i&gt;!”, the other members have been working on projects that they hope will get them the same sort of notoriety. In 2001, David Wain, The State member who directed the majority of the episodes, made “&lt;i style=""&gt;Wet Hot American Summer&lt;/i&gt;” based on a script he and fellow State alumni Michael Showalter wrote that spoofed ‘80’s summer camp movies. It earned a spot on “&lt;i style=""&gt;Entertainment Weekly&lt;/i&gt;”’s Top Ten Best Movies of the Year and has since developed a strong cult following. Wain, Showalter, and another State brother (though you may know him best from VH1’s “&lt;i style=""&gt;I Love the ‘80’s or ‘90’s&lt;/i&gt;” or whatever) Michael Ian Black followed the movie up with the brilliant, but short lived Comedy Central sitcom “&lt;i style=""&gt;Stella&lt;/i&gt;” (way too clever for it’s own good unfortunately- seriously underappreciated). Now, after seven long years, Wain has finally brought us another feature film. Unfortunately, it doesn’t even come close to the brilliance of “&lt;i style=""&gt;Wet Hot American Summer&lt;/i&gt;” or even “&lt;i style=""&gt;Stella&lt;/i&gt;”. Not to say that it doesn’t have it’s moments, parts of the movie are absolutely hilarious, but as a whole it’s hard not to say that it’s a giant let down. The premise is perfect for Wain and his State pals- ten sketches based on the Ten Commandments. I mean, these guys mastered the sketch format. They set the bar for them and yet, somehow, this movie seems like a pale version of some “&lt;i style=""&gt;State&lt;/i&gt;” sketches- the few that didn’t really work- you know, they still made you chuckle, but you could take solace in the fact that one of the upcoming sketches would make up for it. Those “make up” sketches are too far and between in “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Ten&lt;/i&gt;”. Perhaps the biggest problem lies in the need to have a linear storyline in between the sketches involving Paul Rudd and a love triangle involving his wife (Famke Janssen) and his mistress (Jessica Alba- who’s not as bad here as the critics have said, she has good comic timing when she tries). When a sketch does work- especially the Winona Ryder/puppet one (Ryder gives one of her all time best performances here)- the movie is brought to a screeching halt when it comes back to Rudd and his “girl” problems. They aren’t necessary. The movie could have been much more successful with just the ten set of skits and maybe a black screen with white letters introducing them. Nothing against Rudd, Janssen, or Alba, but their bits kill the movie, and it’s especially obvious after the skits that fall flat (the competing neighbors bit for example). Maybe I was just too stoked for this due to my love for “&lt;i style=""&gt;Wet Hot&lt;/i&gt;”, I don’t know. It just didn’t live up to expectations. When you have a sketch movie that is being presented to you by the Monty Pythons of our generation and it doesn’t make you cry laughing, then there just has to be something wrong. Thou shall not underachieve. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Salett- &lt;a href="http://cache10-music02.myspacecdn.com/74/std_1e6391f7daf7162a8b5920c933c7102e.mp3?bandid=34579503&amp;amp;songid=73098983&amp;amp;p=MzAvNTkvMzQ1Nzk1MDMvMzQ1Nzk1MDNfMDc3M2RkYmI=?bandid=34579503&amp;amp;songid=73098983&amp;amp;token=1210650237_f40d6bf350299fb4b761e43256180b8e"&gt;The End of the End of the Ten&lt;/a&gt; (right click “save as”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ten-Jessica-Alba/dp/B00005JPXC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1210981801&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ten-Original-Soundtrack/dp/B000UYX4PY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1210981644&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Website&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dlKgqZw06Nc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dlKgqZw06Nc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-2676642183292190975?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/2676642183292190975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=2676642183292190975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/2676642183292190975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/2676642183292190975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/ten-2007.html' title='THE TEN (2007)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SC4-sxgfK_I/AAAAAAAAAoA/lOjYWlBrtwM/s72-c/WinonaTheTen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-5110015349912926054</id><published>2008-05-09T20:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:51:59.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AN AMERICAN CRIME (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SC446BgfK-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/4VXysLWZc10/s1600-h/crime460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SC446BgfK-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/4VXysLWZc10/s320/crime460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201157189147765730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;AN AMERICAN CRIME&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 92 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Tommy O’Haver (&lt;i style=""&gt;Ella Enchanted&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Get Over It&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Tommy O’Haver (&lt;i style=""&gt;Billy’s Hollywood Screen Kiss&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;The Pitch&lt;/i&gt;) and Irene Turner&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Ellen Page, Catherine Keener, James Franco, Bradley Whitford, Scout Taylor-Compton, Ari Graynor, Nick Searcy, Hayley McFarland, Evan Oeters&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;An American Crime&lt;/i&gt;” is based on the true story of the murder of a teenage girl named Sylvia Likens (Ellen Page). Sylvia and her sister Jennie (Hayley MacFarland) were left by their carnie parents (Nick Searcy, Romy Rosemont) under the care of a neighbor they barely knew named Gertrude Baniszweksi (Catherine Keener). Baniszweksi reasons with the Likens- she all ready has seven children, what’s two more going to hurt? Plus, she’ll be sent twenty dollars a week for her services (this takes place in 1965 in an Indianapolis suburb). Baniszweksi takes an instant disliking to the pretty and intelligent Sylvia and after some misunderstandings involving Baniszweksi’s own teenager daughter, Paula (Ari Graynor), in which Sylvia only had good intentions- Gertrude locks Sylvia in the basement without food or water. She also lets her own children burn her with cigarettes and beat her. She allows a local boy (Evan Oeters) who Sylvia politely declined romantic advances from to “brand” her. Sylvia’s sister is scared sick and is afraid to do anything. When she talks to her parents, she is too frightened to tell them everything. They promise they will be back soon, but the days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months- and by then it is too late. It’s not hard to tell that “&lt;i style=""&gt;An American Crime&lt;/i&gt;” is not the most cheerful movie you will ever watch. The subject matter is highly disturbing, particularly since it is based on true events (and according to my girlfriend, who read a book on it, the movie follows the events very faithfully). The problem is that the movie is presented in a normal Lifetime movie manner. Director Tommy O’Haver, who’s prior screen credits include teeny bopper flicks “&lt;i style=""&gt;Ella Enchanted&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Get Over It&lt;/i&gt;”, isn’t capable enough to bring the intensity that the film requires. He makes it unsettling, sure, but he just presents it. He doesn’t go deep into the story or the characters. Baniszweksi is a fascinating character- she denies ever torturing Sylvia in court and didn’t admit it until she was on her death bed- yet, O’Haver presents her strictly as a horror movie villain and Keener, one of the best actresses in the business, tries her best, but even she seems to know that her director isn’t confident in what he wants to present. Page turns in a good performance as usual, but the majority of her screen time is spent lying on the basement floor crying and pleading for help. There is a way to make a film like this watchable, compelling, and a true study of how a human mind can cross over into the brink of insanity. O’Haver had the perfect cast and the perfect story, he just should have let someone else tell it to us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? and the Mysterians- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/11937613a5f2a20d/"&gt;96 Tears&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petula Clark- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/info.html?11937990-8f42b579cb3a66e2da9f589da8a43def"&gt;Downtown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/American-Crime-Catherine-Keener/dp/B00177YA6U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1210981780&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCeJwxgfK8I/AAAAAAAAAno/0gMgGFm-VJ4/s320/05036316_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199275765838851010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;DANNY ROANE: FIRST TIME DIRECTOR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 83 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Andy Dick (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Andy Dick Show&lt;/i&gt;”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Andy Dick (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Andy Dick Show&lt;/i&gt;”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Andy Dick, Ben Stiller, Jack Black, James Van Der Beek, Jimmy Kimmel, Frankie Muniz, Maura Tierney, Bob Odenkirk, Mo Collins, Danny Trejo, Anthony Rapp, Kate Flannery, Kevin Farley, Bob Bancroft, Debra Wilson&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;You either get Andy Dick’s style of humor or you don’t. It was the same way with Tom Green. To me, personally, they are both comedic geniuses- and the odd thing about it is that MTV gave them their best moments. As many times as Dick has been stuck playing second fiddle in some sitcom (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Newsradio&lt;/i&gt;” aside where he was brilliant- though that is spoofed dead on here) or having a forced cameo/small part in a dopey comedy, he never got to let his true comedic chops show like he did with the absolute genius “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Andy Dick Show&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;i style=""&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; Sadly and quite unfairly, it is not available to purchase on DVD (or out on the torrent sites either), but those of you who remember it’s brief and brilliant run know what I’m talking about. I’d stack up some of his skits against anything- particularly the “orphan work camp” one and the Ben Stiller interview on Andy’s “&lt;i style=""&gt;Anus &amp;amp; Andy Show&lt;/i&gt;” in which Andy interviewed Ben with a puppet shaped like an asshole. If you haven’t seen it, you may be scratching your head, but trust me it was top notch. Andy Kaufman would have been proud. Since MTV doesn’t know a good thing when it’s got it (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The State&lt;/i&gt;”, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Cartoon Sushi&lt;/i&gt;”, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Austin Stories&lt;/i&gt;”, “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Tom Green Show&lt;/i&gt;”, I could go on and on…), the show was dropped and Dick has been forced to joining some short lived sitcoms and having roles in such flicks as Jessica Simpson’s recent dud “&lt;i style=""&gt;Blonde Ambition&lt;/i&gt;”. A real shame and waste, though I was happy when my buddy Keith and I stumbled across “&lt;i style=""&gt;Danny Roane: First Time Director&lt;/i&gt;” at Blockbuster the other day. Somehow- both of us being Andy fans- had never heard of it and it was his first foray into writing and directing a feature film (naturally, it didn’t have a theatrical debut). The movie is told in mockumentary style- a format that Dick realizes is getting old and he uses that to his advantage- it’s almost a spoof of a spoof. Dick more or less plays himself- Danny Roane- a washed up “former” alcoholic/junkie sitcom star who has decided to write and direct his first feature film and just for fun to have a documentary crew follow him around during the process. The film, which has “&lt;i style=""&gt;Dawson’s Creek&lt;/i&gt;” star James Van Der Beek in the Danny Roane role, is supposed to be about Roane’s rise and fall and rise up again. However, Roane begins to fall off the wagon and the film begins to turn into an oddball pro-Hitler musical (take that Mel Brooks!). In one of the film’s funniest sequences, Dick explains to his cast the changes and everyone objects except Van Der Beek who applauds the decision. Dick promptly dismisses him from the film for agreeing with him. Ben Stiller and Jack Black also turn up in hilarious cameos. Stiller as one of Roane’s former sitcom co-stars who is now a major movie star and doesn’t even remember who Roane is. The movie is in the true tradition of Dick’s sitcom and is surreal and brilliant in every way possible- that being said, if you are a fan of traditional comedy (i.e. the latest Adam Sandler/Jim Carrey schtick), you may think this is the stupidest thing you’ve ever seen. If you, however, prefer a good “&lt;i style=""&gt;Mr. Show&lt;/i&gt;” skit to anything on “&lt;i style=""&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/i&gt;”, then this is the movie for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Velvet Teen- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/11837415511ead9a/"&gt;Radiapathy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exile Parade- &lt;a href="http://cache10-music02.myspacecdn.com/80/std_c9c060d8b9d9d12f6fdc4f787b2a67ad.mp3?bandid=90044603&amp;amp;songid=108707870&amp;amp;p=MzAvNjQvOTAwNDQ2MDMvOTAwNDQ2MDNfYWNiZjgxNTM=?bandid=90044603&amp;amp;songid=108707870&amp;amp;token=1210465770_af04a86e93804b410631fdeccfe64638"&gt;Love Disco&lt;/a&gt; (right click “save as”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Danny-Roane-First-Time-Director/dp/B000V7HG9K/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1210466587&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qgh5NH4LDSk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qgh5NH4LDSk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-3490435070093342820?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/3490435070093342820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=3490435070093342820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/3490435070093342820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/3490435070093342820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/danny-roane-first-time-director-2006.html' title='DANNY ROANE: FIRST TIME DIRECTOR (2006)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCeJwxgfK8I/AAAAAAAAAno/0gMgGFm-VJ4/s72-c/05036316_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-6339665031272079159</id><published>2008-05-07T22:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:53:06.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MADE OF HONOR (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCZdxhtu9TI/AAAAAAAAAng/zxG1xOheWgA/s1600-h/Made.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCZdxhtu9TI/AAAAAAAAAng/zxG1xOheWgA/s320/Made.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198945925290980658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;MADE OF HONOR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 101minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Paul Weiland (&lt;i style=""&gt;City Slickers II: The Legend of Curly’s Gold&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Leonard Part 6&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Adam Sztykiel, Deborah Kaplan (&lt;i style=""&gt;Can’t Hardly Wait&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;A Very Brady Sequel&lt;/i&gt;), and Harry Elfont (&lt;i style=""&gt;Can’t Hardly Wait&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;A Very Brady Sequel&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Patrick Dempsey, Michelle Monaghan, Sydney Pollack, Kevin McKidd, Kathleen Quinlan, Kadeem Harrison, Chris Messina, Richmond Arquette, Busy Phillips, Kelly Carlson, Mary Birdsong, Elizabeth Hasselbeck, Whitney Cummings, Emily Nelson, Kevin Sussman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Made of Honor&lt;/i&gt;” is “&lt;i style=""&gt;My Best Friend’s Wedding&lt;/i&gt;” with the roles in reverse. Instead of the female being in love with her male best friend, now it’s the male best friend in love with the female. In both cases, right when they are about to profess their love to the other, they find out their friend is getting impulsively married! With all the bank “&lt;i style=""&gt;My Best Friend’s Wedding&lt;/i&gt;” made, it’s surprising that this idea didn’t come around sooner. Maybe they were just waiting for Patrick Dempsey’s comeback? Dempsey stars as Tom. In the beginning of the film, he is a horny college kid who stumbles into the wrong bed. He meets Hannah (Michelle Monaghan- whom I thought was Liv Tyler for the entire film). She calls him sexist, he calls her uptight. An instant life long friendship is formed and they don’t sleep together. They end up laughing about the incident and watching Tom’s actual date barf. Flash forward a good amount of years and Tom and Hannah are inseparable. It’s perfect for Tom. He sleeps with as many girls as he wants, has a strict set of rules that prevents him from being in a relationship, and gets to hang out with the beautiful, smart, and fun Hannah in his off-time (somehow Hannah has managed to stay off the market herself). Of course, he loves her, but doesn’t know it. He invites her to his father’s (the great Sydney Pollack- what are you doing in this movie?) sixth wedding and we find that Hannah is definitely in love with Tom (how a male and a female could hang out this long without admitting their love to each other or some kind of slip up occurring is simply impossible, but I’ll let it slide because they’re be no movie if that were the case). Hannah’s job sends her to Scotland for six weeks and Tom falls apart. He admits to his friends that he loves Hannah and is going to tell her so first thing when she gets back. Of course, when she returns she has a new fiancée at her side- the dashing Scottish Duke Colin (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Trainspotting&lt;/i&gt;”’s Kevin McKidd). To add insult to injury, Hannah asks Tom to be her “Made of Honor”. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where things are going to go from here and how things are going to end up. So why bother? I don’t know. Is it possible the romantic-comedy genre is finally starting to have every single ounce of originality drained from it? I believe so. But as long as they keep making them, girls will keep dragging guys to them. Even though the typical romantic-comedy fan has seen this type of movie two dozen times, odds are they will still love it. You could do worse, but then again, you could certainly do better. Some people just want that happy ending, even it means going on repeat every time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Bareilles- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/118376348333a4be/"&gt;Love Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smash Mouth- &lt;a href="http://cache03-music01.myspacecdn.com/19/std_ce6c46db28d6d0ae116fef793e887887.mp3?bandid=64494000&amp;amp;songid=10116218&amp;amp;p=MDAvMDQvNjQ0OTQwMDAvNjQ0OTQwMDBfODc1MjgzNTQ=?bandid=64494000&amp;amp;songid=10116218&amp;amp;token=1210465950_3a14c3a92a388cb941018691d0baa0a9"&gt;Walkin’ On the Sun&lt;/a&gt; (right click “save as”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0866439/cinemashowtimes?location=change"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/madeofhonor/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGVpvkMmjK4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGVpvkMmjK4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-6339665031272079159?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/6339665031272079159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=6339665031272079159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/6339665031272079159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/6339665031272079159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/made-of-honor-2008.html' title='MADE OF HONOR (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCZdxhtu9TI/AAAAAAAAAng/zxG1xOheWgA/s72-c/Made.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-8119195750673726523</id><published>2008-05-06T15:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:53:40.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MOUTH TO MOUTH (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCZWjxtu9SI/AAAAAAAAAnY/7R-3fo-P98M/s1600-h/Mouth+to+Mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCZWjxtu9SI/AAAAAAAAAnY/7R-3fo-P98M/s320/Mouth+to+Mouth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198937992486384930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;MOUTH TO MOUTH&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No Stars)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 101 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Alison Murphy (&lt;i style=""&gt;Train on the Brain&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Alison Murphy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Ellen Page, Jim Sturgess, Eric Thal, Natasha Wightman, Maxwell McCabe-Lokos, August Diehl, Diana Greenwood, Beatrice Brown&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After my girlfriend and I watched “&lt;i style=""&gt;Juno&lt;/i&gt;”, she started teasing me about having a crush on Ellen Page. I realized half way through “&lt;i style=""&gt;Mouth to Mouth&lt;/i&gt;” that this was, in fact, true. Why else, I reasoned, would I still be sitting through such an terrible and repulsive film? Filmed before “&lt;i style=""&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/i&gt;”, but released after all the attention Page started to get for her performance in "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt;", “&lt;i style=""&gt;Mouth to Mouth&lt;/i&gt;” came along like one of those Jim Carrey discount bin DVDs that flooded all the Wal-marts after he hit big (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Rubberface&lt;/i&gt;” anyone?). Despite all the acclaim I have read about Page’s performance here, it really isn’t anything to write home about. Had “&lt;i style=""&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/i&gt;” not been released and her career was to be judged on this film alone, we might have seen someone like Kristen Stewart as Juno MacGuff. I can’t recall a more poorly directed and edited movie in recent memory. Not to mention full of completely unlikable, un-relatable, and more importantly false characters. Some of the reviews I have come across have compared the film to “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Beach&lt;/i&gt;”, but with homeless teenagers as the stars. Fair enough, except even with all the detractors “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Beach&lt;/i&gt;” had, at least that film was interesting and provocative. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Mouth to Mouth&lt;/i&gt;” has some kind of message and it doesn’t know how to present it, much less present cohesive scenes that flow in order to tell it's story. Characters go from punching each other in the mouths to hugging and laughing moments later with no explanation. Characters are introduced and then disappear for long spells, only to return when they are needed as slack-jawed spectators. Page stars as a confused teenage runaway named Bat in Eastern Europe. She meets an attractive young punk named Tiger (August Diehl) one day and he invites her to a meeting for a group named Sparks. Sparks is run by an American cult leader named Harry (Eric Thal), who encourages these teenage lost souls to reform their lives and to live off the land and be better people. This means traveling in a beat down van throughout Europe searching for the perfect Utopia spot. On the way helping it’s drug addled members kick the habit and digging through dumpsters for food and clothing. Bat, at first is hesitant, but she, as cult’s often do, is taken under the wing of it’s leader and convinced that this “new lifestyle” is what will be best for her. Meanwhile, Bat’s mom (Natasha Wightman) is searching for her daughter throughout the rave scene. Bat, apparently, didn’t have it too bad. Mom isn’t too bad off wealth wise and just wants her daughter back. She stumbles across the group when they finally reach their “Utopia” spot and suddenly she, too, falls under Harry’s spell. As things progress, Bat and a few of the others begin to see that there are severe flaws to this perfect world and lifestyle, but can’t seem to find a way out. After all, where else can they go? The idea for the film itself isn’t all together terrible. In capable hands, it could really have been a fantastic film. Murphy’s handling of it is so clumsy that it’s a hard watch. She doesn’t seem to have any affection for her characters, so why should we? Page gives glimpses of her talent, but she is stuck mugging around mostly and giving reaction shots and a few scenes where she gets into shouting matches with her mom. The rest of the oddball Sparks members do a lot of goofy “outrageous” bits and are sometimes punished, including Red (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Across the Universe&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;21&lt;/i&gt;”’s Jim Sturgess) who is forced to eat a handful of hot peppers after breaking into the wine cellar. When I first met my buddy Keith when I started working at Blue Cross, we got to talking about our favorite films. I brought up “&lt;i style=""&gt;Natural Born Killers&lt;/i&gt;” and Keith shuddered and told me that movie made him “want to take a bath” after he got done watching it. I never knew how he felt until after I got done watching “&lt;i style=""&gt;Mouth to Mouth&lt;/i&gt;”. This is one awful film.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azure Ray- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/11837895f85370c6/"&gt;No Sign of Pain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stranglers- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/118377907f529179/"&gt;Nice and Sleazy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mouth-Eric-Thal/dp/B000UCD4L0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1210466546&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mouthtomouthmovie.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYTHJKy_EFY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYTHJKy_EFY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-8119195750673726523?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/8119195750673726523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=8119195750673726523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/8119195750673726523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/8119195750673726523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/mouth-to-mouth-2006.html' title='MOUTH TO MOUTH (2006)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCZWjxtu9SI/AAAAAAAAAnY/7R-3fo-P98M/s72-c/Mouth+to+Mouth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-8275944585901233368</id><published>2008-05-05T22:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:54:15.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAPTER 27 (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCZL3htu9RI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/JeugBDnfrFU/s1600-h/Chapter+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCZL3htu9RI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/JeugBDnfrFU/s320/Chapter+27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198926237160895762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;CHAPTER 27&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 84 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: J.P. Schaefer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: J.P. Schaefer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Jared Leto, Lindsay Lohan, Judah Friedlander, Mark Lindsay Chapman, Melissa Demyan, Molly Griffith, Matthew Humphreys, Mariko Takai, Lauren Milberger&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The voice over narration at the beginning of “&lt;i style=""&gt;Chapter 27&lt;/i&gt;” pretty much sets us up for the rest of the film. Jared Leto, doing what at first comes across as a “&lt;i style=""&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/i&gt;” worthy voice impersonation of Mark David Chapman, informs us that he is going to tell his story, however he “ain’t gonna bother talking about how he grew up or his folks or nuthin’”. There in lies one of the major problems of the film, but at least it has the gall to tell us so in the first five minutes. If you’re looking for any sort of in depth analysis on Chapman- the man who infamously gunned down John Lennon for no reason- you’re watching the wrong film. In true, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Armageddon&lt;/i&gt;”/”&lt;i style=""&gt;Deep Impact&lt;/i&gt;” or “&lt;i style=""&gt;Capote&lt;/i&gt;”/”&lt;i style=""&gt;Infamous&lt;/i&gt;” form, another Chapman film was made around the same time called “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Killing of John Lennon&lt;/i&gt;”. I have that film on my waiting list and am hoping to learn a little more about the man himself through that. It’s hard to imagine that film has a better lead though. Once Leto gets moving, the parody element begins to fade away and he does truly disappear into the character. As you probably know from all the tabloid shots that were taken during the filming of the movie, he gained a good amount of weight for the role. He doesn’t look like “something beautiful” like he did in “&lt;i style=""&gt;Fight Club&lt;/i&gt;”- he looks and acts like Mark David Chapman. It’s a shame the movie doesn’t give him much to do with it. The majority of the action takes place with Chapman waiting in front of Lennon’s apartment for the legend himself (Mark Lindsay Chapman) to appear. He talks to himself a lot, mainly I suppose because there aren’t a lot of other characters in the film. He has inter-conflicts on whether he should kill Lennon or not. After he finally meets Lennon and gets his autograph, he has a moment of clarity that maybe what he plans on doing isn’t such a great idea after all. He lives in Hawaii and he had made a prior visit to New York and assassination attempt a few months earlier. He knows all the doormen’s names. It’s by tragic coincidence that on the fateful day Lennon was killed, there was a new doorman on duty who wasn’t aware that Chapman was a little off balance. Then, of course, there’s Lindsay Lohan’s character, Jude. Jude is a groupie who spends most of her time with a fellow Lennon fan (Melissa Demyan) waiting for Lennon too. She knows Lennon’s manager, nanny, and even baby Sean (giving us the film’s creepiest moment when she introduces Chapman to the child and they shake hands). Lohan, believe it or not, actually gives a decent performance (granted, she is given little screen time). “&lt;i style=""&gt;Chapter 27&lt;/i&gt;”, like it’s rival “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Killing of John Lennon&lt;/i&gt;”, have both been protested by Yoko Ono (played here by Mariko Takai) and Beatles fans in fear that they may portray Chapman in a sympathetic light (Ono, herself, still refuses to call Chapman by his name). They should have nothing to worry about. Even though Leto gives one of his best career performances, the film itself will probably be destined to be forgotten. Not exactly the notoriety Chapman himself was asking for. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Price- &lt;a href="http://cache06-music02.myspacecdn.com/48/std_d617bc360c7735fe06d065a97dcf1db2.mp3?bandid=41628333&amp;amp;songid=106482574&amp;amp;p=MzMvMzgvNDE2MjgzMzMvNDE2MjgzMzNfNmMyYzUzNDU=?bandid=41628333&amp;amp;songid=106482574&amp;amp;token=1210466466_851c6ee89111354ce34e4dda548eb4a6"&gt;Fall Into Me&lt;/a&gt; (right click “save as”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Berry- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/118374835c7e4207/"&gt;Run Run Rudolph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0488988/cinemashowtimes?location=change"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the DVD &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chapter-NON-USA-FORMAT-PAL-Reg-2/dp/B0018UTDC2/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1210466497&amp;amp;sr=1-5"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; (Import)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chapter27themovie.com/ch27v2/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TktOCF-iBTQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TktOCF-iBTQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-8275944585901233368?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/8275944585901233368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=8275944585901233368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/8275944585901233368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/8275944585901233368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/chapter-27-2008.html' title='CHAPTER 27 (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCZL3htu9RI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/JeugBDnfrFU/s72-c/Chapter+27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-6984497747958815566</id><published>2008-05-04T00:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:55:14.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SIMPSONS MOVIE (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCEHu_B5YvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/BfR4il_Z8qA/s1600-h/simpsons-movie5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCEHu_B5YvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/BfR4il_Z8qA/s320/simpsons-movie5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197443948737028850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;THE SIMPSONS MOVIE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 87 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: David Silverman (&lt;i style=""&gt;Monsters Inc&lt;/i&gt;.; “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: James L. Brooks (&lt;i style=""&gt;As Good As It Gets&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Terms of Endearment&lt;/i&gt;), Matt Groening (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;”; “&lt;i style=""&gt;Futurama&lt;/i&gt;”), Al Jean (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;”; “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Critic&lt;/i&gt;”), Ian Maxtone-Graham (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;”; “&lt;i style=""&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/i&gt;”), George Meyer (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;”; “&lt;i style=""&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/i&gt;”), David Mirkin (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;”; “&lt;i style=""&gt;Newhart&lt;/i&gt;”), Mike Reiss (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;”; “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Critic&lt;/i&gt;”), Mike Scully (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;”; “&lt;i style=""&gt;Everybody Loves Raymond&lt;/i&gt;), Matt Selman (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;”; “&lt;i style=""&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/i&gt;”), John Swartzwelder (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;”; “&lt;i style=""&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/i&gt;”), Jon Vitti (“&lt;i style=""&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;”; &lt;i style=""&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Dan Castellaneta, Julie Kavner, Nancy Cartwright, Yeardley Smith, Hank Azaria, Harry Shearer, Albert Brooks, Tom Hanks, Joe Mantegna, Green Day, Pamela Hayden, Tress MacNeille, Marcia Wallace, Russi Taylor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I came home sick from work today and tried to make it through two movies while resting up. I wasn’t exactly trying to stay awake, per say, but I was looking for something to get my mind off being ill. I passed out during my first two choices and decided that if I was going to fall asleep, I might as well put on something that I had seen before that would be pleasant to nod off to. I put on “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Simpsons Movie&lt;/i&gt;” for what has to be my fourth or fifth viewing and found myself awake for the entire thing. When it was over, I even felt a little better. Is the movie the cure for the common cold? Nah, but it sure helps. I’d be lying if I said to you that after my first screening of the film that I wasn’t slightly let down. I still thought it was a great movie, but like most “&lt;i style=""&gt;Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;” fans, I couldn’t help but wonder how super great it would have been had it been made during the series’ heyday back in the early ‘90’s. Watching the film today, I realized that it was silly to think that way. The film is, for the time of it’s release, is worthy. If you still watch the series, (most of the fans I know still do, thanks mainly to the magic of TiVo), you’ll know that despite what you hear, it’s still one of the funniest shows on television. It will never be back on the level it was in it’s prime, but for it to be on as long as it has and to still be delivering is saying a lot. To make a motion picture that is as entertaining as this while the series is still continuing is nothing short of amazing. Sure, it’s tamer than “&lt;i style=""&gt;Family Guy&lt;/i&gt;”, which seems to has taken it’s place as the edgy animated series of the moment. Yet, it’s more tactful and has more of a heart. There’s a reason the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;” movie got a theatrical release and the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Family Guy&lt;/i&gt;” one went straight to DVD (though admittedly it was pretty damned funny too). More people can identify with the Simpson family. It’s funny that when the show first came out, I remember kids at school that weren’t allowed to watch it. Churches protested it because they deemed Bart a bad role model for kids. Now, decades later and it seems to have taken a 180. I read somewhere recently that some church rated it the most “morale” show on television. Times sure have changed haven’t they? Yet, we can rely on the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;” every year and it looks like they aren’t slowing down anytime soon (Fox has said they’ll run it as long as the creators want to keep it going). When the end credits of the film roll and the Simpsons family come back onscreen and sit in the aisle in front of the screen and Maggie says “sequel”, it always makes me smile. I can’t wait. 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KUMAR ESCAPE FROM GUANTANAMO BAY (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCEDk_B5YuI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3VQGRuR-M1E/s1600-h/harold+and+kumar+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCEDk_B5YuI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3VQGRuR-M1E/s320/harold+and+kumar+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197439378891825890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;HAROLD &amp;amp; KUMAR ESCAPE FROM GUANTANAMO BAY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 102 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Jon Hurwtiz and Hayden Schlossberg&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Jon Hurwitz (&lt;i style=""&gt;Harold &amp;amp; Kumar Go to White Castle&lt;/i&gt;) and Hayden Schlossberg (&lt;i style=""&gt;Harold &amp;amp; Kumar Go to White Castle&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: John Cho, Kal Penn, Neil Patrick Harris, Beverly D’Angelo, David Krumholtz, Eddie Kaye Thomas, Roger Bart, Rob Corddry, Danneel Harris, Eric Winter, Paula Garces, Missi Pyle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I didn’t see the appeal in the first “&lt;i style=""&gt;Harold &amp;amp; Kumar&lt;/i&gt;”. Sorry. I thought I would love it. It had the makings of a cult classic (which it did, in it’s own goofy way, become), but failed to connect with me. I just didn’t find it very funny. It had it’s moments, I won’t deny that, I just couldn’t see what the big deal was about (one of my friends was extremely and I mean &lt;i style=""&gt;extremely&lt;/i&gt; into the movie- and he had never smoked pot before). The sequel is a downward slope from the first film. If you didn’t like “&lt;i style=""&gt;White Castle&lt;/i&gt;”, I wouldn’t even bother. Put it this way, despite the first movie’s popularity and profit that it delivered in the DVD market, this was still going to be a direct-to-DVD release until the studio heads changed their minds. I’m guessing that one of the reasons so many “people” (and by this I mean “stoners”) identified with the first film was that, despite it’s obvious over-the-top moments, it was still a bit slated in reality. Sure, you wouldn’t expect Neil Patrick Harris to role up to you, snorting blow and hanging out with prostitutes (particularly since his announcement that he was a homosexual after the first movie’s release) or many of the other oddball events of the first film, but for a “stoner” comedy, it was about as real as the “Cheech &amp;amp; Chong” epics were (Sorry- also &lt;i style=""&gt;hugely&lt;/i&gt; overrated as well). This movie has the duo being mistaken for terrorists on a plane to Amsterdam, escaping from a Guantanamo Bay prison (very easily might I add and briefly too, despite the title), running into Neil Patrick Harris again (who apparently is over his infatuation with dudes), and sky diving into George W. Bush’s (James Adomian) house, where they smoke out with him and use his presidential security to break up the wedding of Kumar (Kal Penn)’s ex-girlfriend (Danneel Harris). The jokes are all on the level of the “battle shit” gag of the first film. The opening scene, in fact, opens with Kumar going number two while Harold (John Cho) takes a shower. There’s also a scene where the two end up at a party where it’s mandatory to go “bottomless” (any female that has ever complained that girls can show everything in movies and guys can’t have to be eating their words these days). John Cho and Kal Penn have proven that they can both be appealing actors. Penn can’t seem to land the right gig (though I’ve heard he is excellent in “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Namesake&lt;/span&gt;”), but he flashes charm in what he’s given. Cho, on the other hand, seems to be destined for better. Despite the playing the rather youthful Harold here, he is actually thirty six years old. 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KUMAR ESCAPE FROM GUANTANAMO BAY (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCEDk_B5YuI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3VQGRuR-M1E/s72-c/harold+and+kumar+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-2111100117302345755</id><published>2008-05-02T20:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:56:23.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TRACEY FRAGMENTS (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCD-9PB5YtI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jAM5x8XVfEk/s1600-h/TRACY_FRAGMENTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCD-9PB5YtI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jAM5x8XVfEk/s320/TRACY_FRAGMENTS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197434297945514706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;THE TRACEY FRAGMENTS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 77 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Bruce McDonald (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Degrassi: The Next Generation&lt;/i&gt;”; &lt;i style=""&gt;Hardcore Logo&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Maureen Medved&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Ellen Page, Ryan Cooley, Slim Twig, Julian Richings, Ari Cohen, Kate Todd, Zie Souwand, Maxwell McCabe-Lokos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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She of “&lt;i style=""&gt;Juno&lt;/i&gt;” acclaim- Academy Award nomination and all. That audience is likely to be baffled and off put. Here is a truly experimental and ambitious film about the tortures of adolescence and the guilt that can come along with mistakes made through the sure happenstance of being young and naïve. It’s the type of movie that demands multiple viewings to make sense of it all and will de dissected by the cult following that it’s more than likely to develop. Odd, considering it’s director’s most public work has been through directing episodes of the popular Canadian teen soap “&lt;i style=""&gt;Degrassi- The Next Generation&lt;/i&gt;”- a show, that granted takes on some pretty serious topics, but is still not exactly for the intellectual crowd (I’ll admit it’s an insanely guilty pleasure). He, being Bruce McDonald, has also directed a couple of cult ’90’s indie films- one being the rock mockumentary “&lt;i style=""&gt;Hardcore Logo&lt;/i&gt;” and the other a sweet and weird road trip romantic-comedy about a barber and a groupie on the run from the devil called “&lt;i style=""&gt;Highway 61&lt;/i&gt;” (one of the first VHS tapes I ever owned- check the movie out if you can find a copy of it). Neither of those films, nor obviously the “&lt;i style=""&gt;Degrassi&lt;/i&gt;” episodes, hinted at the talent that he shows here. The movie is comprised 99% of it’s way in multiple fragments on the screen. It’s all over the place. It’s not exactly interested in giving a linear plot or a flowing explanation of what’s happening. I ended up watching it a few times and although it made sense the first time around, it’s impossible not to catch and absorb more of the story the more you watch it (think Mike Figgis’ “&lt;i style=""&gt;Timecode&lt;/i&gt;”, but all over the place). Page stars as 15 year old Tracey Berkowitz. The beginning of the film (or the end depending on which way you look at it) finds her in the back of a public bus, naked, except for a shower curtain wrapped around her. She is looking for her missing brother, Sonny (Zie Souwand), whom she has taught to bark like a dog. The disappearance has put Tracey’s life into complete disarray. We get the feeling that she had trouble distinguishing reality from fantasy to begin with and that maybe this has pushed her over the edge. She talks to herself, reasons that her brother has to be somewhere. She has a “rock star” boyfriend named Billy Zero (Slim Twig), who may or may not be real. She has a psychiatrist (Julian Richings), who also might be a figment of her imagination, and seems to do little to help. She has a home life that is in shambles and full of tension since the younger brother’s disappearance. Scenes of the times prior to the disappearance don’t appear to be any better. The movie is sure to be overanalyzed by some, brushed off by others as “too pretentious” (which, to be honest, it does have pretentious moments), and adopted by a few that probably won’t understand it, but love it anyway. It’s not exactly an easy watch, but Page puts off all those naysayers that say she has limited range. She delivers a powerhouse performance here. Had it not been for a strong lead, the movie could have fallen in on itself. She makes it work and her appeal opens up the film to being accessible enough to be intriguing (if that makes any sense). It’s worlds away from “&lt;i style=""&gt;Juno&lt;/i&gt;” and “&lt;i style=""&gt;Degrassi&lt;/i&gt;”- Tracey herself isn’t even sure what world it is to begin with and yet by the end of the film, when the picture comes into one frame, somehow she figures it out. The challenge for the viewer is whether or not they can too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken Social Scene- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/115171919266e939/"&gt;hHallmark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose Melberg- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/1151745860bb0332/"&gt;Each New Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://www.fandango.com/thetraceyfragments_111804/movieoverview"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; (Release Date: 05/09/08)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Order Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tracey-Fragments-Original-Soundtrack/dp/B0016AK3GO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1209911671&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; (Release Date: 05/13/08)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetraceyfragments.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b-TbdIKhvn4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b-TbdIKhvn4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-2111100117302345755?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/2111100117302345755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=2111100117302345755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/2111100117302345755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/2111100117302345755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/05/tracey-fragments-2008.html' title='THE TRACEY FRAGMENTS (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SCD-9PB5YtI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jAM5x8XVfEk/s72-c/TRACY_FRAGMENTS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-4574095204596002136</id><published>2008-05-01T17:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:56:57.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>21 (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SB6D-_B5YsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/zihxQXl87Ks/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SB6D-_B5YsI/AAAAAAAAAmw/zihxQXl87Ks/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196736138126648002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;21&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 123 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Robert Luketic (&lt;i style=""&gt;Monster-in-Law&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Legally Blonde&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Peter Steinfeld (&lt;i style=""&gt;Be Cool&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Analyze That&lt;/i&gt;) and Allan Loeb (&lt;i style=""&gt;Things We Lost in the Fire&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;The Only Living Boy in New York&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Kevin Spacey, Laurence Fishburne, Kate Bosworth, Jim Sturgess, Aaron Yoo, Liza Lapira, Jacob Pitts, Jack MacGee, Josh Gad, Sam Golzari, Helen Carey, Jack Gilpin, Jeffrey Ma, Spencer Garrett&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When my girlfriend told me the real life story of Jeffrey Ma- the MIT student who along with several of his friends figured out a card counting trick that was able to take numerous casinos for a ton of money- I thought it would make one hell of an interesting movie. It probably still would. “&lt;i style=""&gt;21&lt;/i&gt;”, unfortunately, is not that movie. As I was informed as the end credits started to roll and I glanced over at Sarah (my girlfriend) and gave her the “what the hell?” look, the real story was not portrayed in this film. Instead, we get a standard genre pic about the good guy who has a gift, is reluctant to use it, uses it, lets it go to his head, loses everything, and then comes back down to earth to put it all back together again. Jeffrey Ma is changed into Ben Campbell (played by the remarkably boring Jim Sturgess) - an MIT student who leads a dull life. He works at a clothing story for $8 an hour, is designing a robot with his nerdy friends, and dreams of getting into Harvard. One of his professors, Micky Rosa (Kevin Spacey- hamming it up), notices Ben’s big brain in class one day and invites him in on a secret scam he’s operating. He runs a card counting scheme with a group of his students. 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Now that would have been one hell of a movie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rolling Stones- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/11498528a441b96d/"&gt;You Can’t Always Get What You Want (Soulwax Remix)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LCD Soundsystem- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/11501302d00c934b/"&gt;Big Ideas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0478087/cinemashowtimes?location=change"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy Soundtrack &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Music-Motion-Picture-Original-Soundtrack/dp/B0013FNC7E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1209911629&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 208px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SB5Hk_B5YrI/AAAAAAAAAmo/OTarNZFPc-s/s320/285.expelled.041608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196669720752382642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;EXPELLED: NO INTELLIGENCE ALLOWED&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No Stars)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 90 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Nathan Frankowski&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Ben Stein, Kevin Miller (&lt;i style=""&gt;After…&lt;/i&gt;) and Walt Ruloff&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Ben Stein, Richard Dawkins, Caroline Crocker&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Wow. I don’t even know where to start. For all of you Michael Moore haters out there that believe he makes completely biased one sided documentaries, nothing he has made comes even remotely close to how close minded and bullying “&lt;i style=""&gt;Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed&lt;/i&gt;” is. I had a conversation with my buddy Keith about the film prior to it opening. We are both interested in how the world came to be and our opinions slightly differ when it comes to evolution, so we both thought that this film would do a decent job of providing both sides of the story when it comes to evolution vs. intelligent design. Nope. Not even close. Instead, the movie has Ben Stein- a man that is famous solely for his bit part in “&lt;i style=""&gt;Ferris Bueller’s Day Off&lt;/i&gt;” (Don’t worry, he cashes in on his catch phrase before the movie is over)- bullying and ridiculing anyone that disagrees with his opinion on how man came to be. He compares Darwin to Hitler- even adding in archival footage of the Holocaust to boot! Stein, in turn, due to his “brave” attempts to spread the word of intelligent design compares himself to Ronald Regan destroying the Berlin Wall- also complete with archival footage that cuts back and forth between him and Regan. What kind of ego trip is this guy on? If he hadn’t have had a monotone minute and a half clip in a 1980’s John Hughes comedy, he wouldn’t even have been lucky enough to land those Clear Eyes commercials. The movie does start off like it wants to be on equal footing. I went into it expecting the movie to lean more towards intelligent design- after all most docs are one sided whether they want to admit it or not, but none have ever been more so than this. After a few scenes where Stein claims religion has nothing to do with it and that he just wants believers in intelligent design to be heard and understood, he starts to interview intellectuals and bash them and humiliate them because they favor Darwinism. When famed philosopher Richard Dawkins is interviewed and Stein asks him what he believes the chances of the Christian God existing are, Dawkins says he believes “in his &lt;b style=""&gt;opinion&lt;/b&gt;” that there is a “99% percent” chance that there is none. Stein laughs in his face and retorts with the highly clever, “Why not forty nine percent?” Dawkins squirms uncomfortably in his chair and Stein gives him a smarmy look that basically says “you’re a moron for not believing in what I believe in” (this after Dawkins admits that “intelligent design” is a possible theory in a very kind manner). I’ve read the Bible from cover to cover and I can tell you that the point of Christianity is not to belittle others. The biggest problem with the film is that it doesn’t even explain it’s case properly. It’s so worried with the push back intelligent design is getting, that it fails to inform us why we should believe in it to begin with (at least adequately in my opinion). I can’t remember the last time I saw a film that made me so mad. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed&lt;/i&gt;” is the cinematic equivalent of the bully at school that dips the heads of the “nerds” in the toilet for being all “good at math and stuff”. It should also be noted that the majority of the pro-Darwinism interviewers were lied to about what the film was about and the film was edited to make them sound exactly how the filmmakers wanted them to. The crowd that Stein lectures to at the beginning and ending of the film (the ones that stand up and clap and holler like Stein just gave the Gettysburg Address) were also paid to do so- having no idea or strong belief on why they were there to begin with. The filmmakers also went on to make a fuss when it wasn’t reviewed on critic Richard Roeper’s syndicated movie review program (the one that features Roger Ebert when he’s healthy). Roeper’s response after finally seeing it “What a load of crap”. I couldn’t agree more. I’ll sit and listen to intelligent design theories all day and have a mature and gentlemanly debate with anyone. I won’t, however, smile and look on as someone compares someone else to Hitler for differing in a belief on how man was created and changed throughout the times. If you stand behind what you believe in then what’s wrong with presenting in it in an honest and adult like fashion? Save the name calling and mud slinging for the schoolyard.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Killers- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/115085098df5a30f/"&gt;All These Things That I’ve Done&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Cash- &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/11512867655c4053/"&gt;Personal Jesus&lt;/a&gt; (Depeche Mode cover)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Find Showtimes &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1091617/cinemashowtimes?location=change"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.expelledthemovie.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxGyMn_-J3c&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxGyMn_-J3c&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7209667-3967087359604633591?l=fetalpig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/feeds/3967087359604633591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7209667&amp;postID=3967087359604633591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/3967087359604633591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7209667/posts/default/3967087359604633591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fetalpig.blogspot.com/2008/04/expelled-no-intelligence-allowed-2008.html' title='EXPELLED : NO INTELLIGENCE ALLOWED (2008)'/><author><name>Fetal Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02630396129293589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SB5Hk_B5YrI/AAAAAAAAAmo/OTarNZFPc-s/s72-c/285.expelled.041608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7209667.post-280240616618604095</id><published>2008-04-28T00:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:58:19.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HOTTIE AND THE NOTTIE (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SB430fB5YqI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Kb3J-c7_axQ/s1600-h/hottie+and+nottie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 183px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SB430fB5YqI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Kb3J-c7_axQ/s320/hottie+and+nottie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196652394854310562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;THE HOTTIE AND THE NOTTIE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*½ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 90 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Tom Putnam (&lt;i style=""&gt;Red White Black &amp;amp; Blue&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i style=""&gt;Broadcast 23&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Heidi Ferrer (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Dawson’s Creek&lt;/i&gt;”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Paris Hilton, Christine Lakin, Joel David Moore, Adam Kulbersh, The Greg Wilson, Johann Urb, Kathryn Fiore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Somehow over the past month I’ve managed to watch not one, but &lt;i style=""&gt;two&lt;/i&gt; Paris Hilton starring vehicles. The sad part is that this second one, “&lt;i style=""&gt;The Hottie and the Nottie&lt;/i&gt;” is an improvement over the first, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Bottoms Up&lt;/i&gt;”, but that’s like saying one week old expired milk is better than two week old expired milk. Infamously in and out of the theaters faster than you could say “&lt;i style=""&gt;Blonde Ambition&lt;/i&gt;”, the movie all ready has the esteemed pleasure of being #4 on the Internet Movie Database’s Bottom 100 Movies of All Time List. Is it worth that ranking? Of course not. I could think of many, many other movies that are worse than this. It’s a bad film, don’t get me wrong, but you know most of the voters probably gave it the one star mark just because of it’s star (Hilton, to be fair, is extremely wooden and uncharismatic as the lead). The movie is kind of a low budget re-working of “&lt;i style=""&gt;There’s Something About Mary&lt;/i&gt;”, but with the “ugly” sidekick bit added in. Joel David Moore gets the Ben Stiller role as failed musician Nate Cooper. Not only is he unsuccessful in his profession, his love life is also a mess. After another nasty break up, he comes to terms with the fact that’s he never gotten over his elementary school crush, Cristabelle Abbott (Hilton). He tracks her down and finds that she is still attached to the hip with her best friend from the elementary days, the repulsive June Phigg (“&lt;i style=""&gt;Step by Step&lt;/i&gt;”’s Christine Lakin)- hence the title of the movie. Cristabelle remembers Nate and confesses that she has a crush on him. The problem is she made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t get involved in another relationship until June found one of her own. This leads to a series of unfunny bits where Nate and his best friend (comedian The Greg Wilson- never heard of the guy. Guess he fancies himself important enough to merit a “The” before his name though) try to set up a poor sap (Adam Kulbersh) with June. Naturally as the movie plows along to it’s painful ninety minute mark, Nate starts to realize that maybe June is the real “Hottie” after all. Of course, this doesn’t happen until after she gets a huge make over and a stud boyfriend (Johann Urb). As much as Hilton is an untalented actress, her getting the heat for this being a bad flick isn’t fair. She doesn’t help, but everyone had to know that this one was dead in the water before it even went into production. Yeah, it was in and out of the theaters in a blink of the eye- how it ever got in there to begin with says a lot about the current state of cinema.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Download Soundtrack MP3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; (Right click and “Save As”): &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castaneda- &lt;a href="http://cache10-music02.myspacecdn.com/79/std_fcee405d5ae702a7f9e1e02e9cca8d67.mp3?bandid=62731968&amp;amp;songid=78998242&amp;amp;p=ODYvOTEvNjI3MzE5NjgvNjI3MzE5NjhfZjQ0YWJiNGY=?bandid=62731968&amp;amp;songid=78998242&amp;amp;token=1209910154_69ca04adead911ea8c3368cee89c03ca"&gt;Cyanide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Skies of America- &lt;a href="http://cache07-music01.myspacecdn.com/51/std_bd47601f06dbb5a11d013d513c9462a6.mp3?bandid=7000219&amp;amp;songid=1946239&amp;amp;p=OTEvMjAvNzAwMDIxOS83MDAwMjE5X2E2ZWFkN2Iw?bandid=7000219&amp;amp;songid=1946239&amp;amp;token=1209910679_dceff7d681e75bd72f18d006375e8a82"&gt;She’s That Kind of Girl&lt;/a&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0IgqEYGN-S4/SBVPBvB5YpI/AAAAAAAAAmY/q72zCAMRoNc/s320/smartpeoplegym.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194144636464620178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;SMART PEOPLE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: 95 minutes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Noam Murro (&lt;i style=""&gt;Human Capital&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Mark Poirier&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;: Dennis Quaid, Ellen Page, Sarah Jessica Parker, Thomas Haden Church, Ashton Holmes, Christine Lahti, Camille Mana, David Denman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Smart People&lt;/i&gt;” is a movie we’ve all seen before. It’s not a remake of any sort, but the characters, the actions, the dilemmas- they are all borrowed from other, better movies. I thought about Curtis Hanson’s brilliant “&lt;i style=""&gt;Wonder Boys&lt;/i&gt;” afterwards and imagined that this movie had set that film as it’s high mark. It doesn’t quite get there. Why? It’s puzzling. The film does have a great cast- Dennis Quaid is excellent, Thomas Haden Church brings the comic relief, and Ellen Page, fresh from her “&lt;i style=""&gt;Juno&lt;/i&gt;” acclaim, portrays a character that could have be Juno in a few more years minus all those baby issues and weird clothing. But despite it’s unoriginality, one of the movie’s biggest flaws is it’s female lead- Sarah Jessica Parker. She was a wonderful Carrie Bradshaw on HBO’s “&lt;i style=""&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/i&gt;”, yet for whatever reason she hasn’t been able to pull off an adequate screen performance since she was Steve Martin’s bimbo mistress in 1991’s “&lt;i style=""&gt;L.A. Story&lt;/i&gt;”. This film, fragile enough, becomes even more unglued every time she appears onscreen. A scene in which she is greeted, rather unkindly, by Page’s character (Quaid’s daughter in the film) is a pure example, as Page seems to blow her off the screen without even trying. It’s a flaw because her character is essential in making the picture work. She is the outsider brought into a dysfunctional family of selfish, “smart” people. Quaid portrays a literary professor and novelist who is still adjusting to his wife’s death and the fact that he can’t find a publisher for his new novel. After an accident involving his car (well, his attempt to retrieve his car rather), he finds himself in the hands of his slacker adopted brother (Church), who becomes his completely unreliable chauffeur. At home, Quaid isn’t sure what to do about his daughter. She is a perfectionist and their relationship is a distant one. When she receives a call from the hospital after her father’s accident, she is more concerned that she will be missing out on studying for her S.A.T.s then his well being. She, in turn, becomes attached to her uncle because he is the opposite of her father and that relationship begins to grow into an even more unhealthy one. Parker is Quaid’s nurse and former student. Quaid has a terrible habit of forgetting his student’s names- current
