Pre-Travelogue, Witty Zombie Dialogue
In a few hours, we'll be on our way to Devils Lake for the weekend. We haven't been back since my birthday in January. I fixed the bridge on my homemade guitar, so now the strings aren't so close together and they're not as far off the neck. It stays in tune okay, but I think it's still adjusting to the tension.
I was hoping to jam this weekend, but the temperature might not be quite warm enough yet. I'll see how cold the room feels. I'm really getting frustrated these days that we have no place to play. It seems like there's always a heat issue. I wish we had Amadon's store basement again, without the Amadon. I still wonder if he ever got his grandpa's acoustic out before the landlord took over.
What am I watching?
Lillies of the Field- I know this sounds all girly, but it's an early 60's Sydney Poitier flick about an ex-GI who has a run-in with a bunch of nuns (who themselves escaped from behind the Berlin Wall) and winds up building them a church. This was actually my first Sydney Poitier movie, and it turned out to be pretty good. With a mix of Germans, Mexicans, and a black guy, the bickering between all three at times goes on in three different languages--a funny culture-clash movie for the 1963.
Emma Mae- A orphaned southern girl goes to live with her relatives in Los Angeles. She's reluctantly accepted by her cousin's friends and eventually becomes something of a leader after her deadbeat boyfirned is jailed. She tries honest work, which doesn't raise nearly enough for his bail, and ends up robbing a bank to get the money. There is some dialogue which concerns ghetto folks getting screwed even when they try to get honest work, but the social relevance behind it comes as an afterthought ('oh yeah, there should be some black people issues in this movie!') and it falls flat. Three things make this movie good, however. First, the girl playing Emma Mae is a slightly unnattractive, realistic-looking girl, making her portrayal of a southern uggo believable. Second is Big Daddy. An old pissy respect-African-culture type, he steals just about every scene he's in. Third thing is the bst one: After Emma gets her shithead boyfriend out of the clinck, she goes to Big Daddy's place to wait for him. He ends up fucking some bald chick (other than cancer patients, bald chicks are a myth, they're not real), she finds out and kicks his ass. And not just kicks his ass, she pounds his nutsack like ten fucking times! She holds his head down with on hand, and with the other brings the mighty hammer down over and over again! To watch this scene was both painful and exciting, because this guy was a dick throughout the movie, and I was just waiting for it.
Fallen Angels- The skeletons of several children are found beneath a prison that's set to be demolished. A group of forensic investigators chck it out and inadvertantly unleash 7 demons (one for each sin) to wreak havoc...You know I just don't have the energy to finish this one. It sucked. I don't want to hate Adrianne Curry, but if she keeps appearing in crap like this (even in a bit part), she's gonna get ugly real quick. Her dumbass hubby Chris Knight (who must like having a rod up his butt) is in it too. Acting sucks. Kane Hodder (formerly Jason Vorhees) didn't save it. The story doesn't come together well, and it has such a spiritual feel-good ending that I'm surprised it wasn't premiered on the Trinity Broadcast Network. If I owned this movie, I would have drowned it in the bathtub and then acted like it died of natural causes...too soon for that joke?
Die and Let Live- This was a refreshing opposite to the previous one. It should have sucked. It wasn't very well acted, the story had trouble comeing together, but the two main characters were fucking funny. Basically a disaster at a medical center unleashes zombies. A guy and his wingman have a party to get girl he likes to notice him. Romance is cramped when the zombies attack. The zombies are badly made up, but that's okay, because all you're really doing is listening to these guys talk. Whoever did most of the writing for this movie should be given a job writing movies. The dialogue alone is reason to watch it. And in an imagined Vietnam flashback, the Forrest Gump impression is priceless.
I was hoping to jam this weekend, but the temperature might not be quite warm enough yet. I'll see how cold the room feels. I'm really getting frustrated these days that we have no place to play. It seems like there's always a heat issue. I wish we had Amadon's store basement again, without the Amadon. I still wonder if he ever got his grandpa's acoustic out before the landlord took over.
What am I watching?
Lillies of the Field- I know this sounds all girly, but it's an early 60's Sydney Poitier flick about an ex-GI who has a run-in with a bunch of nuns (who themselves escaped from behind the Berlin Wall) and winds up building them a church. This was actually my first Sydney Poitier movie, and it turned out to be pretty good. With a mix of Germans, Mexicans, and a black guy, the bickering between all three at times goes on in three different languages--a funny culture-clash movie for the 1963.
Emma Mae- A orphaned southern girl goes to live with her relatives in Los Angeles. She's reluctantly accepted by her cousin's friends and eventually becomes something of a leader after her deadbeat boyfirned is jailed. She tries honest work, which doesn't raise nearly enough for his bail, and ends up robbing a bank to get the money. There is some dialogue which concerns ghetto folks getting screwed even when they try to get honest work, but the social relevance behind it comes as an afterthought ('oh yeah, there should be some black people issues in this movie!') and it falls flat. Three things make this movie good, however. First, the girl playing Emma Mae is a slightly unnattractive, realistic-looking girl, making her portrayal of a southern uggo believable. Second is Big Daddy. An old pissy respect-African-culture type, he steals just about every scene he's in. Third thing is the bst one: After Emma gets her shithead boyfriend out of the clinck, she goes to Big Daddy's place to wait for him. He ends up fucking some bald chick (other than cancer patients, bald chicks are a myth, they're not real), she finds out and kicks his ass. And not just kicks his ass, she pounds his nutsack like ten fucking times! She holds his head down with on hand, and with the other brings the mighty hammer down over and over again! To watch this scene was both painful and exciting, because this guy was a dick throughout the movie, and I was just waiting for it.
Fallen Angels- The skeletons of several children are found beneath a prison that's set to be demolished. A group of forensic investigators chck it out and inadvertantly unleash 7 demons (one for each sin) to wreak havoc...You know I just don't have the energy to finish this one. It sucked. I don't want to hate Adrianne Curry, but if she keeps appearing in crap like this (even in a bit part), she's gonna get ugly real quick. Her dumbass hubby Chris Knight (who must like having a rod up his butt) is in it too. Acting sucks. Kane Hodder (formerly Jason Vorhees) didn't save it. The story doesn't come together well, and it has such a spiritual feel-good ending that I'm surprised it wasn't premiered on the Trinity Broadcast Network. If I owned this movie, I would have drowned it in the bathtub and then acted like it died of natural causes...too soon for that joke?
Die and Let Live- This was a refreshing opposite to the previous one. It should have sucked. It wasn't very well acted, the story had trouble comeing together, but the two main characters were fucking funny. Basically a disaster at a medical center unleashes zombies. A guy and his wingman have a party to get girl he likes to notice him. Romance is cramped when the zombies attack. The zombies are badly made up, but that's okay, because all you're really doing is listening to these guys talk. Whoever did most of the writing for this movie should be given a job writing movies. The dialogue alone is reason to watch it. And in an imagined Vietnam flashback, the Forrest Gump impression is priceless.
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