11 posts tagged “movies”

I think that having zombie babies in a movie would take said movie from frightening to scary as heck. 

Seriously.  It's giving me the heebie jeebies thinking about it.

Zombie babies.  Eeek.

 

I went and saw this movie with Lorelai and a friend and her son last night. 

The movie was un-flipping-believable.  Now, granted, I don't read comics (but I'm going to!) and I don't know how true to the comic books the movie is, but that.movie.RAWKED!

Lorelai and I were giving each other high fives through the whole thing.  She loved it.

Now.

On a more Goldie level, Robert Downey Jr. was SO flipping HOT in this movie.  My love for him has gone on for some time now, but it was renewed post-Zodiac:

But.  Iron Man.  He's already good-looking.  But he was dirty and burly.  AND he was doing good by transforming to weapons-monger to super-hero-do-gooder-via-destroying-the-very-weapons-he-created?!

Three words, one universal meaning: I'd hit dat.

I'm really excited to see this movie!  Loud.  Explosions.  Will Smith.

In response and to correct any misunderstandings.  I'd actually wanted to post about my phone conversation with Kevin Wolf (don't hate, haters).  While this conversation did happen, most of the following is grossly taken out of proportion by yours truly.  The facts: I asked KWolf for advice on which movie to pick, he gave me great input (that I did not get frustrated at or deem over-analysis).  The rest?  Mostly me being silly.

It went like this:

Goldie (texting K.Wolf at 10:18 am): Should I watch 3:10 to Yuma or Assination of Jesse James?

K Wolf (calling 3 minutes later): Hi.  This convo is too complex to have by text.

Goldie: Ha!  Ok.

KWolf:  These two movies are both great Westerns, but you can't just compare them like that.  You have to view them separately.

Goldie:  Ok.  Well, I wasn't inquiring into which is the better Western.  I just moreso wanted to know which movie is better.

KWolf:  You say that, but you need to understand that these films are both great in different ways.  Yes.  They are both Westerns.  But you need to look at the bigger picture.

Goldie:  Well.  I mean, I know that.  I just kinda wanted to get your opinion cus you're one of the most cinematically-informed people I kinda know.

KWolf:  Yes.  I'm one of the most cinematically-informed people I know too. 

Goldie:  Ok.  Well, please, just help me figure out which movie I should watch. 

KWolf:  Don't pressure me, woman.  You're trying to squeeze blood out of a rock in comparing these two as Westerns alone, Goldie.  They.Are.Two.Different.Films.  Same genre?  Yes.  But you need to get over that.

Goldie:  But, I already said I underst--

KWolf:  If you're asking which movie has more coyotes howling at the moon, which has more covered wagons, which has more chaps, more ten-gallon hats, more dusty-shoot-offs, more spitoons, more saloons... I'm just not going to answer that for you.  You need to reach deep inside of yourself and find the truth - the truth is: these just both happen to be Westerns.  You can't ask which is the better Western.  I think you need to ask - which is the better movie.  Cus, they're different.  You can't rightly compare a salami sandwich on wheat and a peanut butter and jelly on wheat now, can you?  Same bread - DIFFERENT SANDWICHES.  I don't know why you don't get that.  I.  I don't even know why I called you.  This is a waste of time.  This is obviously going over your head.   

Goldie:  I.  Um.  I'm sorry?

KWolf:  Better had!  Now, go watch The Assasination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford.  Because, - say it with me now - as a whole, it is the better of the two films that just so happen to both be Westerns. 

Goldie:  I said sorry.  I mean, I'm not quite sure why I'm sorry, but I just am.  

Goldie:  Kevin?  Are you there?  Did you hang up on me?

The end.   

I just watched I Am Legend.

Why did the dark seekers want Neville?!

The movie was ok.  I wished the dark seekers were a bit grittier a la 28 Days/Weeks Later.  I am just left with that question. 

Here's where I'll be 2.23.08.  FUN!

If there's one thing I can rely on (aside from Lorelai's morning/evening fire-butt), it's that my cell phone will NOT ring unless it's Blockbuster (herein referred to as Ballbuster for their whack late-return-charge-your-credit-card policy) calling to ask for Grey's Anatomy, The Lives of Others and Deja Vu back. 

I mean, I guess it's better than my phone ringing off the hook (or at all)./feeling sorry for myself.

My niece, Nyia, stayed over.  Today, we were headed to the Berkeley Kite Festival.  All day, Nyia called it the Cart Vegetable.

As we were pulling into the parking lot slowly ("mommy. are we there yet?"), slowly ("titi, it's hot in the car."), slowly ("titi, are we there yet?!"), slowly ("mommy. i see the kites. are we almost there?"), a sense of dread sunk in and was confirmed as a state tropoper (or someone in a ill-fitting uniform) informed me that the parking lot was full and we needed to turn around and park.  The lady in the ill-fitting uniform offered no alternate parking because she knew what I knew and what the people in front of me knew and what the people behind me were going to find out, there was no other parking to be had unless I was going to basically make a long trek from my car with two children under 3.5 feet tall. 

What does their height have to do with anything?  Their height is proportionate to their stride.  Their stride is 1/3 mine.  Interestingly enough, these tiny steps seem to be the metronome that reminds them, in 4/4 time signature to say: "I'm tired of walking. I'm tired of walking. I'm tired of walking. I'm tired of walking."  Seeing as I was not ready for that sonata, I called M to see if he knew any secret parking spots by the Berkeley Marine, where the kite festival was being held (he knows the Bay Area pretty well).  He told me about a restaurant by the Marina that I may have been able to park at, but it already had a sign up advising drivers-by that the parking lot was FOR RESTAURANT CUSTOMERS ONLY - 1 HOUR LIMIT (the sign was obviously made that day to stave of folks like me from going into their lot, pretending like I'm walking into their restaurant to be a patron, and making a mad dash -one child under each arm- to the caravan of people heading towards The Kites).  Bummer.

I had to think quick. 

Offer an alternative cus this kite festival ain't happening.

Goldie: Do you guys want to go to the movies? (I don't know who said what, but their responses follow)

Unknown child A: YEAHHH! 

Unknown child B: Noooo!!!

Goldie: (cringe)

But, as is typical with these almost-twins, the unknown child B who said no, changed her mind and said, "I mean, YYEAHHHH."

This works like clock work.  And it's a double edged sword.

Examples:

If one has to go to the potty, I will ask the other one.  If the other one says 'no,' I will double-check with the first one and the first one, if she really doesn't have to go, will change her mind.  Seems cruel?  Well, children are cruel.  They like to go to bathrooms in places they've never been.  They do this to play with the soap or see if the toilets flush automatically or just to eff with their parent as the parent is digging their fork into a burrito at the new Mexican restaurant.  So when Child A copies Child B and doesn't go to the potty cus the first didn't, the Copy Cat Syndrome works for the parent.  The parent does a mental fist pump and enjoys her burrito in peace.

OR.

If both have a cup of water with ice, neither will drink the water until they have the SAAAAME EXACT number of ice cubes.  This happend just yesterday.  Copy Cat Syndrome not working for the parent. 

See?  Double edged sword.

BUUUUT I DIGRESSSSS.

We end up going to the movies.  We saw Ratatouille.  Again.  I fell asleep and the children enjoyed the movie (albeit digging their tiny child-fingers into bags of Skittles, thus creating the longest period of Movie-Goer-Candy-Wrapper-Crinkling in what has to be the history of public theater-going.)  I woke up during the last 20 minutes and we headed out of the threater. 

We were at Bay Street so after the movie, we grabbed cupcakes and a cookie from Tea Cake Bakeshop and I sat and snapped photos as the girls enjoyed their cupcakes.  Then the girls played on some stage that was set up.  All that was halted when some mother-effing teenagers walked by with their incredbly cute pug with whom they'd dressed (GAG! ACK!) in a polo (NO!  NOT THE PUG!).  We admired the cute doggins.  The girls asked if they could pet and I remembered my dog-child etiquette and told the girls to ask the owner first.  As one of the girls was asking the twat-teenage owner, the pug popped a squat and started crapping about 2 inches from Loli's foot.  The twat-teenager giggled, causing me to shoot her a "bitch. i will cut you." glare.  And justifiably so.  As I suspected, she wasn't going to pick up the dookie, but thought again and asked her lanky, awkward boyfriend to do so.  He half picked it up and left half-a-dook in the grass.  No more playtime for the girls. 

Awww.  That's what they said.  That's what I thought.  They were having such a good time.

We walked on down the strip of stores.  I stopped in Aldo and picked up these earrings, on sale, in gold and silver.  They are large and they trump all of the hoops that I have in my possession (approximately 10 pairs).  Hoorah.  Then I got a pair of stunnahs (on sale).

We headed home after that.  The girls were sleepy.  How did I know this?  Because they were running around like maniacs, not listening to a word I said.  How does running around like a maniac equate to being sleepy?  Kids fight sleep.  This is why they get grouchy.  It takes them a few years to recognize that they are sleepy, therefore they should relax.  They need to be told to do so, otherwise, they very predictably turn into assmunches and the phrase, "I will give you a whoopin' in front all these people," bares no meaning.  Naptime is not only for parents to get their rest, but it basically resets their child.  Before nap (parental discretsion advised).  After nap (parental discretion advised again.)

We got in the car and the girls were knocked out within 10 minutes of lulling in my beat up 1996 Honda Accord.

I dropped the girls off at my sister's house and headed home for a night alone.  That's where I am now.  I rented Six Feet Under, season one, and I have a glass of champagne with cranberry juice that I picked up at BevMo calling my name. 

Night.

Various photos from today^  I wish I snapped more... it was a fun day.  Sure.  These two ran my ass raggedy, but it was a lot fun.

In this order, I want to see:

 

I want to see them all this weekend. 

I will be seeing 28 Weeks Later with Michael this weekend. 

 

 

 

We'll see Pirates after he's seen the other two. 

 

 

 

 

Rear Window remix. 

 

 

 

 

 

They market them for children, even though these are NOT movies children can handle.  At least I couldn't.  They are jacked up and will most likely scar you.

 

I got a flashback of Ring of Bright Water and started thinking about others that stood out.  Watership Down and Return to Oz come to mind in the "flipping frightening" genre.

Do you have any you'd like to share?