August 13th, 2006



I have found a movie that equals Spielberg's travesty treatment of War of the Worlds. That movie would be: the 2005 remake of King Kong. I believe I can limit my review to about four words: Tedious. Artificial. Poorly edited.

I'm two hours into the film at this point. The giant leeches just attacked. If you have a desire to see giant leeches, then see Attack of the Giant Leeches. At least it has Yvette Vickers in it.

I expected to like this movie. I liked the early trailer I saw last year. And, hey, it opened with Al Jolson on the ssoundtrack! The decline, however, was swift. What happened to my favorite line... or what would have been my favorite line had it been retained in the film? In the trailer the crew is on the island and they hear a roar in the distance. "What was that?" asks one of them. "I don't know. Let's find out," says Denham. "And bring the camera." But, the scene disappeared from the actual film.

Even Jack Black as Cark Denham couldn't save this turkey. I thought he turned in an acceptable performance. But the guy with the hawk nose grew tiresome very quickly. In fact, other than Jack, the film has, at the two hour mark, killed off the only characters I found interestng. So... I'm done.

Eject disc

Box O' Blues

I guess there was a reason why it took me a number of months to open up that big box from B&H Photo. I originally planned to "reward" myself with the nifty new camera I'd been coveting if I passed the PRAXIS exams. I passed them all on the first try, before having taken any of the "education" courses -- kinda sez something about the difficulty level of those PRAXIS tests, huh? I ordered the camera gear after passing the exams, and after getting well-started in the teacher certification program. When the Big Box arrived, I was in the midst of a challenging course. I told myself I would have to finish the class before opening the box. You see, I know my weaknesses, at least to a point. Collapse )

10:15 p.m.

After Sinatra passed the torch to a torch singer whom I didn't immediately recognize, which sequed into a brief contemporary Hawaiian interlude, the neighbors on the other side of the neighbor-with-the-sound-system called out, "put Sinatra back on." The request was immediately honored.

Kicking back with the tiki lights glowing, the torches and candles flickering, surf crashing in the background, Ol' Blue Eyes swingin' away, the scent of plumeria and jasmine in the air... no complaints tonight.