Most of this weekend was spent watching movies, for better or worse.
I think I am going to devise a new rating system for children's movies. I will calculate the bodily function joke to regular joke ratio and award toilet bowls instead of stars based on how high the fart joke factor is. In this case, Jimmy Neutron, Boy Genius would get four toilet bowls. Enough jokes about farts/burps/elimination to keep the kids in giggling hysterics most of the movie. Oh yea, I laughed, too.
On Friday we watched A Knight's Tale. Pure fluff. No real substance at all. But boy, did I love this movie. It had the Heath Ledger factor which certainly helped, but it was such a clever movie. The two things that really stuck out was the use of modern rock music in a medieval setting (it worked remarkably well), and using Geoffrey Chaucer as a main character. It was a fun movie that required little thinking. [and it had a good fart joke at the end]
Saturday morning we watched Blood and Wine. Despite Jack Nicholson's usual bit of overacting, and despite the fact that J.Lo can't act, and despite the fact that Michael Caine's days have come and gone, and despite the fact that Stephen Dorff seems to play the same character in every movie, I liked it. It had a good story, a plot that turned just enough to be interesting but not too much to get off track, and very good character development. [no fart jokes, but Jack Nicholson sometimes looks as though he is farting]
This morning we watched Startup.com. This was a riveting documentary detailing the rise and fall of an internet startup,back when startups were king. I knew of the story behind govworks.org before I watched the movie, so watching the whole thing unfold, and knowing what was going to happen, gave me a sinking feeling in my stomach. Watching these people high-five at every turn and be so elated at the prospect of a dream coming true, it was almost torture to know it was going to fail. What killed me was not that it failed, but how it did. If I ever in my life meet Kaleil Isaza Tuzman, one of the co-founders of the company, I will bitchslap him one hundred times. There was so many times during film that I wanted to personally wipe that smug, self-important look off of his smarmy face. I found myself wishing he would die broke and friendless. Anyhow, good movie. 4 stars. [no fart jokes here]
So that was my weekend in movies. We took a break from the screen today to go out to dinner with my sisters and their respective men. It was pleasant and non-confrontational and ended with me, Justin and sister #1 singing Frank Zappa's Joe's Garage at the top of our lungs, much to the annoyance of everyone around us.
Oh, and I drank. Heavily. Absolut straight up all through dinner. So pardon this post and the reviews it contains if they seem somewhat...incomprehensible.