movie-ku #8
In dishonor of idiocies like Good Luck Chuck: Cinematic math The more boobs onscreen, the more Boobs among the crowd
In dishonor of idiocies like Good Luck Chuck: Cinematic math The more boobs onscreen, the more Boobs among the crowd
Filmmakers and Little Rock natives Brent and Craig Renaud explore the de facto segregation that still divides the school, where remedial classes are full of black students who can’t read and AP college-prep courses are dominated by whites, despite the fact that whites make up a minority of the overall student population.
I used to love the old Tracey Ullman show, but I don’t think even she, goddess of comedy, quite approached the astonishing range of ingenious characters the way that her heir apparent, Catherine Tate, does.
Slow moving to modern eyes, which makes it a big of a slog.
I’m nearly done watching all of the first season of ‘Torchwood’ — just one more episode to go — and when I look back at this episode, it feels to me like the show is still treading water here while it tries to figure out what it’s got on its hands. Compared to what’s to come later in the season, this is nothin’.
‘Doctor Who’ continues to keep me obsessed, but with it ending soon, ‘Torchwood’ is threatening to take over. Stay tuned…
I shoulda been doing my latest Torchwood blogging all day, and I kept distracting myself with the tedium of laundry and mundane crap like that, and then I shoulda been doing my Torchwood blogging all evening, except I decided I needed to watch the season premieres of The Simpsons — nice to see them keeping … more…
In honor of really bad postapocalypse flicks like Resident Evil: Extinction: End of the world as we know it, and I feel like it’s ready to end
The apocalypse has been done to death. And the zombie apocalypse has been done to undeath. Can we please just give it a rest now, at least until someone has something new to add to the genre?
Why am I being tormented so? I was fine. I was comfortable. I was resigned to the fact that I was going to have to live my life here on boring old Earth at the tedious pace of 60 minutes to the hour, seven days to the week, 365 days to the year, ten years to the decade.