September 2008
3 posts
Roger Ebert nailsthe problem with Alan Ball’s Towelhead
“Towelhead” presents material that cries out to be handled with quiet empathy and hammers us with it. I understand what the film is trying to do, but not why it does it with such crude melodrama. The tone is all wrong for a story of child sexuality and had me cringing in my seat. It either has to be a tragedy or some...
Killbots and such, etc.
Watching Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles (from now on referred to as “the killbot show”) is like hanging out with your asshole friend. All you ever do is complain about him when he’s not around but you can’t stop hanging out with him because he’s generally pretty entertaining. Clearly this is true as this dumb show has caused me to write 2 posts now.
Spoiler...
Just so you know...
Overheard this awesome voicemail being left by a guy in the elevator:
Hey it’s me. Give me a call when you get a chance. I’m in an elevator. OK. Talk to you soon.
The best part was the slight hesitation, then quick look up at the ceiling before he hit the end call button, realizing what he had just said and how stupid it was.