the picture said to the ear.

Review, review, review...I could hear them shouting from the streets. So, I will. Let's review some film sh*t.




So, I haven't been to the theater in a minute...but thanks to my Netflixing roommates and their whiteness, I am able to keep up with the jones. I dedicated an entire Sunday afternoon to Brad Pitt. Which by itself, isn't the worst thing I've ever done. I watched The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford. And if you think the name of the movie is long, press the play button on this flick and around 2 hours in you will regret everything you have ever done in your life. Long. Slow. And long. Brad did well. Baby Aflleck did well. The movie was just...well, really, really slow. I nodded off at one point. Ok, two points. 3:10 to Yuma. Russel Crow and Christian Bale. Magnifico! Russel plays a fugitive who is brought to justice my a family man. When the family man volunteers he runs into more than he baragins for . Namely, Ben Foster's character...bad ass cowboy. Ben Foster picks really good films. He is so Bad ass in all his films... X Men (arc angel), Alpha Dog (crazy drug brother who punched girls in the face), 30 Days of Night (vampire lap dog). Just a Good flick. I'd buy it and put it on my shelf, when I get a real home. Sunshine. Ok. So imagine the sun is dieing right. So the earth sends up a group of people to launch a bomb into the sun to relight it. The thing is, anyone who has seen Armageddon knows that shit just doesn't go your way in space. You either get burned up by the sun, run out of oxygen, are attacked by aliens or freeze to death. These are just facts of life. Well, in this movie... someone is sabotaging the ship. Wha!!!! And then it gets kinda trippy. Religion seeps its way in. And Cillian Murphy proves that he is not good at choosing roles. Yet another space flick gone wrong. Whap. Whap. And there were no Aliens (::spoiler::or ghosts as the previews suggested). Need I say more? I miss Starship Troppers. Oh, god, oh god...I hate to admit it, but I got tricked into seeing a Tyler Perry movie. I hang my head in shame as I did make a personal promise to myself to never watch a movie made by Mr Perry. Why? Because it...the genre he partakes in...I feel is horribly stereotypical and stupid and demeaning. And when I did finally see a movie, Tyler perry: Meet the Browns, all of my opinions were confirmed. And compounded by a horrible script, horrendous dialogue and a completely un-entertaining script. The worse part....Angela Basset was in it, making a fool out of her self with the aging rapidly, Rick Fox (Vanessa Williams must be sucking the life out of him). Thanks alot mom. I'll never get that hour and a half back. I don't think I have ever been so uninterested in a movie as I watched it in the theater ever...and it was free w/ free movie food.



Soon to See:


Iron Man. May 2nd. I know it will be awesome. And yes Gwynth Paltrow is alive and doing comic book movies. Dork Alert....should I feel bad for checking this site every other day. http://www.superherohype.com/

Indiana Jones : And the Skull of Crystal Meth..I mean The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. LeBoeuf...Don't f*ck this up. Im not too sure about your ability as of yet. And I dont want you to ruin possibly the greatest movie comeback ever (sans Rambo). Even though you are a fellow smoker. And thats wats up. Except Im reformed (ing).

Want to sees. The Fall. It looks like Pans Labyrinth but for American-in english...with no subtitles. Or it could be a sad attempt at another artsy fartsy film that I can pretend to have interest in and understand...until I see it.


Im out.