janegodzilla: (rated nc-17)
Doomsday? Is one of the most cracked-out movies I've ever seen. It's INSANE. It's a giant, giddy, sprawling mess of a movie that steals liberally from pretty much every other post-apocalyptic and/or dystopian film already made, but it's so much FUN that I didn't give a damn. It has everything you could ever want in a movie: gun fights, car chases, proper action and shit cannibals, deadly plagues, Mad Max villains, boobs, fist fights, tanks, knights, a dystopian government, bad-ass technology, anarchy and chaos, every British accent imaginable...

At one point -- I'm not sure which, but it might've been when the leader of the cannibalistic Road Warrior ripoffs was dancing spastically across a stage to the tune of the Fine Young Cannibals' "Good Thing" -- I leaned over to Nate and gleefully whispered, "This is the best movie ever."

He grinned at me, wide-eyed and ecstatic, and said, "IT TOTALLY IS!"

And then the heroine got into a sword fight with a hot tattooed chick, and we both made this face for the rest of the movie: 8D!!!

It's funny -- most of the reviews I've seen have been negative, because critics generally hate giant, silly, cracked-out movies that make no fucking sense and rip off everything else in the genre. I, however, maintain that this is exactly why it's awesome. Doomsday is a movie that exists for the sheer love of the sci-fi dystopia, and I fully expect that it's going to end up as a cult movie once it's gone to DVD and people rediscover it lurking there in the shelves. No, the film doesn't make any sense -- afterward, I was trying to figure out where all the gasoline came from for the cars, and my head started to hurt a little -- but it's not the sort of movie that's supposed to make sense. You see it for the cannibals and the fifteen minute long car chase with a Bentley and motorcycles decked out with skeletons, for Malcolm McDowell as the insane leader of a neo-medieval society, for the dudes with mohawks dressed in fetish gear. You see it because it's gloriously over-the-top and doesn't take itself seriously at all, and there's something wonderful and refreshing about that.

I suspect it's one of those "love it or hate it" movies. I love things like Reign of Fire and Army of Darkness and Mad Max, so it would've taken an act of God for me to hate Doomsday. Hee.

P.S. Happy Easter, everyone!
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Squishiness. ♥♥♥ )

On the work front, things have improved IMMENSELY. They're still insane, of course, but that's par for the course. No, the incredible thing is that they did something I never thought they'd do: they fired my nemesis.

I've written about her a few times -- she was the assistant of one of the partners, and was absolutely impossible to work with. Impossible. She treated the paralegals like they were monkeys, refused to communicate essential information to us, berated us when something wasn't done according to her exact specifications (see: refused to communicate essential information to us *eyeroll*), actively tried to undermine projects we were working on so that she would look good in comparison...the list goes on. She was awful and almost none of us could work with her, but she seemed to have immunity because she was a partner's assistant.

Apparently, that wasn't quite enough. Heh. I know I should feel a little guilty for exulting so much over another person being fired, but...damn, you guys, it's like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders now that she's gone. I was the only paralegal left who could sort of work with her (she'd burned the other two enough that they point-blank refused), and she was making my life miserable. Maybe I'll be able to stick this place out a little longer yet.

And on a book/movie note: I just finished Water for Elephants today and LOVED it, I'm halfway through Into the Wild now and find it fascinating, and I've been on a total geek-umentary fix when it comes to movies -- The King of Kong (EXCELLENT!), Monster Camp (hilarious and kind of sad), and Darkon (AWESOME). I think I'm going to have to write a more in-depth post about the latter two, actually, because...documentaries about LARP-ing? Are way more entertaining and compelling than the subject matter would have you believe. This stuff is golden.


Mar. 3rd, 2008 01:16 am
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Yeah, so Nate's a really good kisser.

Also, Into the Wild is an incredibly sad movie and I'm not quite sure how I feel about the way Sean Penn romanticized the kid's death, and I really don't love the fact that I have to go to work tomorrow -- er, this morning -- but mostly I'm in full-on happy!dork mode because there was kissing and it was awesome and I like this guy so freaking much.


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The problem with weekends is that by the time they arrive, I'm usually so worn out by the rest of the week that all I want to do is hang out in my pajamas, drink coffee, and read until three in the afternoon, at which point I grudgingly get ready and spend the rest of my day...hanging out in my jeans, drinking coffee, and reading.

I live such an exciting life.

Anyway, Friday night was In Bruges, which I loved. LOVED. I'm going to try to be more on the ball about posting reviews (I have a folder of half-finished ones on my desktop -- way to be on task, self), but suffice to say, the movie really isn't what the previews imply. It's not an action-fest, and it's not really a black comedy -- it's a dark, sad movie with some wickedly funny sections, and it definitely brings something new to the "British gangster" genre. So much love for In Bruges.

Of course, the actual filmgoing experience left something to be desired, but that's because people are obnoxious.

See, they oversold on seats. I'm not sure how they managed to do this, since we all bought tickets in advance, and they kept insisting at the door that they didn't oversell, but that was very clearly what happened. I arrived early, but almost didn't make it in -- they let the people in front of me in, and then stopped the rest of us so they could get things inside the theater figured out. Which was fine and all, because I was there by myself and knew that if a single seat opened up -- almost a guarantee, once they get everyone to scootch in towards the middle -- I would be able to get it since I was next in line.

Then this stupid hipster couple pushed in front of me, ignored my protests, and did their very best to be horrible, conniving little seat-stealers. However. One of the volunteers asked for single folks, I flailed like the dickens ("me! me! PICK ME!") and was promptly led to a seat. The line-cutting hipsters? Got split up. She got a seat, he didn't, and she ended up leaving in disgust when no one was willing to give up their hard-earned seat so they could sit together.

HA! That's what you get for being rude and cutting in line!  And being a hipster!

After that, everything went more smoothly, except for the two older women next to me who felt compelled to discuss every fucking aspect of the movie while it was onscreen. Why do people do this? Seriously, WHY? "Oh, he's going into the cathedral now." For crying out loud, WE KNOW! IT'S ONSCREEN RIGHT NOW! And every time something violent happened -- and this is a movie about gangsters, mind, so no matter how genre-bendy it gets, you know violent things are going to happen at some point -- they commented on it.

Every. Fucking. Time.

Ladies: "Oh, how horrible." "Well, I don't see why he had to do that." "Oh my, this is just awful."

Me: *quiet, seething rage*

I...don't understand this. I mean, I really don't. You deliberately go to a movie with gangsters in it...and then complain about the violence? The hell? I don't know. My best guess is that they didn't read anything about it ahead of time, and thought it was about, I don't know, sightseeing. In Bruges. Or something.

To conclude: Ralph Fiennes is hot, Colin Farrell is a surprisingly good actor, Brendan Gleeson just needs to be given a leading role already, because...damn, and line cutters will always get what's coming to them.  :P
janegodzilla: (bad robot!)
I just spent most of the drive to work lecturing my poor (and oh so tolerant) mother about the influence of Reagan-era "family values" rhetoric to 1980's horror films. I don't even know how I got to that topic in the first place! It...no, wait, yes I do. Conversation mapping time!

Current tv shows --> CSI --> I want the earlier seasons on DVD --> Mom: "Didn't we give you one for Christmas?" --> Me: "No, that was the first season of the X-Files" --> Shared nostalgia over how awesome the X-Files used to be --> Shared nostalgia over the awesomeness of the X-Files movie --> Wasn't Terry O'Quinn (Locke on Lost) the bomb squad guy in the beginning? --> Me: "Yup! He was also the bad guy in Stepfather" --> Mom: "???" --> Me: "*insert entire plot of the film here*" --> Mom: "Wow" --> Me: "Blah blah blah inversion of the traditional 1980's horror structure and defeat instead of triumph of the patriarchy and then vampires the Lost Boys Near Dark family values dorkity DORK DORK DORK"

And then we arrived at my building. XD

In conclusion: Stepfather is a kickass movie, and everyone should see it. THE END.


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