It has been a weekend of revelations, or at the very least a weekend of notable observations. One of the main ones being, wine does not a detoxifier make. Ok, so what happened was, on Saturday I went and got a massage on a Migun massage bed, which was groovy, happy, and relaxing. Not to mention that it helped release a number of toxins in my body. The problem being, one of the orders you are given at the end of your massage is to ingest copious amounts of water to help flush all of the new released toxins from your body. Not that this was a problem, the situation that occurred is that the evening encompassed this months wine party, which is essentially an anti-detox gathering.
So as a note to self, which I think you might find useful, using wine in an attempt to keep hydrated and to assist in flushing out the toxins released from a massage is one of those “Seemed like a good idea at the time.” But trust me, it’s not… well eventually it’s not. Throughout the evening though it did felt like a pretty good idea.
On an “Oh” topic, I did finally see Avatar this weekend. I main thing I learned about this experience was that going to a movie on Super Bowl Sunday kicks ass. There was hardly anyone in the theater. Angela and I got there 5 minutes before the movie started and still we got bloody great seats. There might have been maybe only 20 other people in the entire theater. It was grand. There was even a cute old couple in front of us. The old chap did nap out for a bit. I could hear him snoring for about twenty minutes. I think it was the explosions from the missiles being fired into the bid tree that woke him up. He jumped a little when it happened to, which really set the wrong mood. This huge tree is being blown up and I’m giggling because of this little adorable old man being exploded out of his nap.
Although, I will say this, in regards to being ordered to consume mass quantities of liquid, preferably water, over a three day period, going to see a three hour movie during the second day, after spending most of the morning drinking glass after glass of water, is not the wisest of decisions. Let’s just say I got a lot of exercise during the film from all the sprints I did running up and down stairs whenever the “need” arose. So today, I’m still trying to figure out if my legs are sore from all the running or are still residuals from the massage. It’s a toss up at this point. Although I would like to direct this one comment to Hollywood… if you insist on making epically long films, put in a damn intermission. You are doing a huge disservice to the bladders of movie going public all over the world.
I guess that’s it, oh yeah, um, something about the film… well out of all the movies I’ve ever seen it was definitely one of them. No, I mean, it was fine. I dug the respect life and nature message, and the “humans quit being bastards” message was equally clear and understood. Though it didn’t alter my world or the way I look at films, or affect me say the same way I Heart Huckabees or Stranger than Fiction did, but it was quite entertaining. I don’t think I’ll see it again. At least I have no plans on seeing it again, but plans are very fickle things. I’m definitely glad I saw it in 3D on the big screen though. So, you know, thanks James for sharing your opus. I’ll even check out the sequel.
There you have it, my bemused babblings of a basic and bobbingly brilliant weekend… almost Seussian you could say.
So any of you have any notable observations this weekend?
Google Images, key words: Migun, old man sleeping, and Stranger than Fiction.
I am still debating on whether or not “Avatar” was a good movie or just a new spin on theme park rides. Like those heart stopping contraptions, the price for admission was silly, even in today’s standards, and chest grabbing right from the gate. Granted, it was much longer than any roller coaster ride I’ve hurled funnel cake on it was, nonetheless, just as breathtaking visually. Maybe it’s the sy-fy* writer in me or the moonlighting Fantasy scribe, but the story should pay some of its millions to a plethora of writers who penned the same story line long before Mister Cameron. Does anyone know if he is the father of Kirk? The born again, child star of growing pains, not the Captain of the Enterprise, although, if he had fathered Tiburious it would certainly give him a little more street cred.
All I am saying is that a heavy dosage of spirits might have actually lifted the overall spirit of the film. Unlike the fine detoxification of Richard’s temple I was forced to drink…nay, share a very flat sprite and a monstrous tub of popcorn with my wife, which, by the way, popcorn throwing in 3D should be the future of cinema. It adds a little bit of danger and a hint of suspense not knowing who plans on using the back of your head as target practice.
I also planned on snaking out the back door with those nifty little specs, but the second the movie ended a legion of mindless 3D glasses security detail filed in through all exits with their carts. I am no thief, but if you are going to charge me 2 dollars more because of some feature YOU decided to film in, I, and others like me, should at least get to keep the shades.
I rarely call a movie good these day. I mean I usually equate it to where a film did not meet, met, or exceeded my expectations. It’s when a film exceeds what I expect that I usually dub a film a good, great, or brilliant. Otherwise it’s wither crap or expected, which I think equates to a sort of ambivalent “ok”. Avatar was ok.
I’m pretty sure Kirk Cameron is not the son of James… mainly because if he were, he’d have a cameo in every one of Jame’s movies, you know, to help the boy out with his rent.
As for the 3D glasses police, I think they are made out of some toxic product if they are so intense about getting them back, they don’t want people to take them home because prolonged use will either give you superpowers or kill you… or maybe both. It make a good conspiracy story anyway.
I like the idea of throwing popcorn as part of the new 3D interactive film concept, but eventually someone will point out that Rocky Horror has been doing it for decades thus killing the new 3D interactive film hype and letting if fall into obscurity overnight much like the laser disc players, were the movies were the size of LPs. Although, I’m all for a 3D version of Rocky Horror, but considering all of the existing fan interaction it might turn out to be mildly redundant.