Manliness

This movie:

sucks.

Often referenced in pop culture and heralded by men both young and old Highlander was a movie I had yet to absorb into my ever growing film consciousness. Last night, that all changed. I wish that it hadn't.

Holy shit people what good is there to see in this film. The story is utter trash. My wife (who watched it with me) insists that the plot could have been good and probably should have been told in a book. I politely disagree, but whatever. The editing was starting to give me a headache by the end of the movie, snapping me viciously back and forth through time from one nonsensical scene to the next. It is my theory that the movie is constructed solely from separately written scenes rather than a fully planned out story.

And the fight scenes? Come on. I haven't seen such low energy fight scenes since...well I'm pretty sure I've seen better ones in movies lampooned by the MST3K crew. Lame.

Also, Christopher Lambert is the worst actor ever. I'm not even familiar with his other work and because I'm acting all pissy I'm not going to look it up, easy as that may be. He has one facial expression through the whole movie.

The music by Queen made me burst into laughter whenever it played. It wasn't bad music necessarily, but it was just so out of place.

I feel like I've been lied to by everyone who's ever talked about this film. I know it was supposed to be kind of bad, but I could find nothing redeemable.

/rant

Mike,

Stop being a fucking trouble maker you little minx.


Love,
Meraud

P.S.
I hyper linked the image just to make you mad.

Curses!

I'm being forced to update this blog on my wife's accursed iBook. It is without a doubt the shittiest computer I have ever used. Ever. My power supply on my comp blew out last week, and we don't have the money in the budget to buy a new one right now. I'm bummed, but I'll make due I suppose.

I've had some ideas for stories and plot devices burning around in my head recently. Actually, I usually have something going on up there, but lately I've started to feel like I want to start writing it all down. I know that I pretty much never will unless I'm acted upon by some outside force (I'm the embodiment of newtonian physics if you didn't know) so I'm giving some thought to joining a creative writing class this summer. Something to shake me up a bit I guess. I think it would be good for me.

I've been watching some documentaries on Philip K. Dick thanks to my awesome Blade Runner birthday present, and it's made me start thinking about the stuff I've got going on up in my own attic. Apparently he would let ideas perculate in his mind until things reached critical mass, whereupon he would just start writing everything down. It makes me wonder if this methodology would work well for me.

The funny thing is, I've had this idea about collaborating with Andrew on some new RPG book or something like that. My wife has always pushed this idea for me, and I always liked it even if it seemed quite impractical.

On a semi related note, everyone reading this who has some semblance of a heart or soul needs to read this.

It is without a doubt one of the most brilliantly moving pieces of literature I have ever read. I'm not sure that I can really explain its power without cheapening anything for a potential reader. I guess a good way to put it would be that it is one of the saddest and most emotional post apocalyptic stories I've encountered. It's beautiful.


Lastly, I love Imogen Heap. That is all.