Today’s personal pictures are more of my last weekend adventure–after lunch we walked around the Black Hammocks Grounds http://theblackhammock.com/ and these are the results.
“Are you a Mexican or a Mexi-can’t?” Once Upon a Time in Mexico’
I think the best thing I can say about Wicker Man is that it was so stilly and stupid, not to mention boring that you really didn’t have enough energy to really hate it…..you were so thankful it was over and you’d been released from the torture of watching something that had no real point that you wished you’d been able to light the Wicker Figure and it’s enclosed prisoner afire in sheer self defense. Trust me no judge in the country after being forced to set through the entire movie would have found you guilty of anything but self defense—and a jury would have given you an award for protecting your fellow citizens. First time I ever sided with the bees.
May Morrison: Can I do anything for you, Sergeant?
Sergeant Howie: No, I doubt it, seeing you’re all raving mad!
The Wicker Man
Now I’ve never been a big fan of Norton, I find him too much “every guy” and the world has so many of them that I can’t see paying to see one –but Fight Club made me almost dislike Brad and there’s nothing every day about Brad ever. This is I must admit a GUY PICTURE–a wallowing in all that is dirty and unforgiving in the search to be Mucho—which is neigh impossible as I’m not sure it’s attainable for 90% of the male population—-just like femme fatal isn’t for about 95% of us of the opposite sex….in fact I’m not at all sure that they both aren’t just fictional classification made up somewhere lost in time….maybe inspired by a cave painting somewhere. But it is fiction and Hollywood fiction at that — so while in never never land do as the—-well you know.
But I just object to all the wallowing in all that to me is a negative for men in particular and society in general. Even having Brad who turns out to be the poster child for the whole affair didn’t save it for me…too much testosterone and not enough plot to redeem this for me.
Tyler Durden: Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
Fight Club
Good Will Hunting is one of those movie that were well done had a great cast and that either bore me to tears or just didn’t meet a basic need (which I can’t define) for movie to meet. Goodwill just bored me, I don’t know why but I have never watched it (even a small part) again
Other movies that others classified as great and I found wanting.
Forrest Gump This was for me empty box of chocolates and over my life -time I have meet a few souls that confine in me (usually in a loud whisper) that they failed to be impressed by or were less the enthused by the whole affair–I found that we tend to become defensive for to not like Forrest is rather like being branded for a crime even to admit dislike for it might mean we are socially ostracized.
Pulp Fiction for me was just too much violence and too little redemption-another case where Travolta failed to enthrall me with his bizarre behavior.
The Matrix–collectively: I love the original one but as they went by I found them too preachy, more like a religious object lesson rather than real entertainment….but with really good special effects.
Moulin Rouge & Chicago: Two modern musical I found pointless (which isn’t unusual for musical) but also with a sound tract that did nothing for me.
Amsterdam Vallon: When you kill a king, you don’t stab him in the dark. You kill him where the entire court can watch him die.
The Gangs of New York