well goooood morning.
oops.. i just realized that my fly is down. its probably because i didn't sleep terribly well last nite as i was tossin and turnin because i got a letter from the grad school that i applied for saying that my application was incomplete. what was supposed to be a calm and relaxing evening before the kick off of the weekend ended up being testy and somewhat vengeful. somebody fucked up along the way and i intend to find out who it was.
the admissions officer said they never received my transcript from my alma mater. the sagehen office (yeah, my college mascot is a chicken that's fond of dry climates) said that the transcript was sent out on february 23rd, well in advance of the admissions deadline. pot heads have selective memories and what we choose to remember sticks like tofu to a frying pan. ever have fried tofu stuck to a fring pan? it fucking sucks. and so does receiving a rejection letter because SOMEBODY FUCKED UP.
time now for my irregular review of movies i haven't seen.
disney forked over more than $120 million to have their historical epic 'the alamo' brought to life. this movie will be ok but not much more than that although it will adhere to history better than john wayne's effort way back when. historical accuracies notwithstanding, billy bob and dennis quaid can't hold a candle to john wayne and disney should have stuck with the initial pitch that had ron howard directing the flick. i mean, what the fuck is an extra $30 million in production costs stacked up against the silly amounts of money that can be made from dvd?
so its been confimed. matthew perry has sold his soul to the devil. how the hell else would 'the whole ten yards' get made? the first collaboration between satan's property and bruce willis barely made $100 million in domestic and international box office.
although it opened on wednesday, this monkey still feels the urge to hurl some shit in the direction of 'the johnson family vacation.' its not that i don't like cedric, his commercials are damn funny and the cafeteria lady from his fox show always reminded me of the ladies that worked at my elementary school. what i can't let slide is the fact that this is an 'urban' redux of national lampoon's family vacation and you can never replicate the comedic genius of randy quaid's cousin eddie. who would have ever guessed that one of my journal entries would salute the quaid brothers. unthinkable..
the winner of my movie of the week that i haven't seen award is 'the girl next door.' for those that don't know, it portrays what happens when a shy high schooler meets and gets sprung on a mysterious new neighbor that happens to be a former adult film star. i met a few of the producers and the director of the film at the big porn show and i worked with them to put together some of the bonus materials that will be in the dvd. all indicators pointed to the film being pretty damn funny. and elisha cuthbert makes me want to pull her hair, so it got that goin for it. i'm not sure if it made the cut but there's supposed to be a few scenes in the movie where they reconstructed some of the exhibit booths of the big companies so you may just get a peek at some of the shit that i handle.
the los angeles times' kenneth turan bemoans (what else is new) the portrayal of porn as a mainstream form of entertainment. he can't believe that filmmakers would stoop so low as to offer up an R rated film about the sex industry that so obviously caters to the sex crazed teenage demographic. obviously flicks like 'american pie' are harmless forms of wholesome entertainment but once the spectre of porn enters the picture the tone must change significantly. never mind that shannon elizabeth appeared in playboy. or that 'boogie nights' was more than just a story about coke and big cocks. check out the internet movie database today and you'll see that its jenna jameson's birthday. and hugh hefner's. and whaddaya know its dennis quaid's too!
since when is a film critic given the green light for social commentary? this cocksucker needs to realize that he's reviewing a movie, a form of entertainment, not delivering the state of the fucking union. if you want to write a scathing criticism of the infiltration of the porn industry into forms of mainstream entertainment, save it for the national review.
so watch the movie. and buy the dvd. you may just catch a glimpse of the back of my head.
oops.. i just realized that my fly is down. its probably because i didn't sleep terribly well last nite as i was tossin and turnin because i got a letter from the grad school that i applied for saying that my application was incomplete. what was supposed to be a calm and relaxing evening before the kick off of the weekend ended up being testy and somewhat vengeful. somebody fucked up along the way and i intend to find out who it was.
the admissions officer said they never received my transcript from my alma mater. the sagehen office (yeah, my college mascot is a chicken that's fond of dry climates) said that the transcript was sent out on february 23rd, well in advance of the admissions deadline. pot heads have selective memories and what we choose to remember sticks like tofu to a frying pan. ever have fried tofu stuck to a fring pan? it fucking sucks. and so does receiving a rejection letter because SOMEBODY FUCKED UP.
time now for my irregular review of movies i haven't seen.
disney forked over more than $120 million to have their historical epic 'the alamo' brought to life. this movie will be ok but not much more than that although it will adhere to history better than john wayne's effort way back when. historical accuracies notwithstanding, billy bob and dennis quaid can't hold a candle to john wayne and disney should have stuck with the initial pitch that had ron howard directing the flick. i mean, what the fuck is an extra $30 million in production costs stacked up against the silly amounts of money that can be made from dvd?
so its been confimed. matthew perry has sold his soul to the devil. how the hell else would 'the whole ten yards' get made? the first collaboration between satan's property and bruce willis barely made $100 million in domestic and international box office.
although it opened on wednesday, this monkey still feels the urge to hurl some shit in the direction of 'the johnson family vacation.' its not that i don't like cedric, his commercials are damn funny and the cafeteria lady from his fox show always reminded me of the ladies that worked at my elementary school. what i can't let slide is the fact that this is an 'urban' redux of national lampoon's family vacation and you can never replicate the comedic genius of randy quaid's cousin eddie. who would have ever guessed that one of my journal entries would salute the quaid brothers. unthinkable..
the winner of my movie of the week that i haven't seen award is 'the girl next door.' for those that don't know, it portrays what happens when a shy high schooler meets and gets sprung on a mysterious new neighbor that happens to be a former adult film star. i met a few of the producers and the director of the film at the big porn show and i worked with them to put together some of the bonus materials that will be in the dvd. all indicators pointed to the film being pretty damn funny. and elisha cuthbert makes me want to pull her hair, so it got that goin for it. i'm not sure if it made the cut but there's supposed to be a few scenes in the movie where they reconstructed some of the exhibit booths of the big companies so you may just get a peek at some of the shit that i handle.
the los angeles times' kenneth turan bemoans (what else is new) the portrayal of porn as a mainstream form of entertainment. he can't believe that filmmakers would stoop so low as to offer up an R rated film about the sex industry that so obviously caters to the sex crazed teenage demographic. obviously flicks like 'american pie' are harmless forms of wholesome entertainment but once the spectre of porn enters the picture the tone must change significantly. never mind that shannon elizabeth appeared in playboy. or that 'boogie nights' was more than just a story about coke and big cocks. check out the internet movie database today and you'll see that its jenna jameson's birthday. and hugh hefner's. and whaddaya know its dennis quaid's too!
since when is a film critic given the green light for social commentary? this cocksucker needs to realize that he's reviewing a movie, a form of entertainment, not delivering the state of the fucking union. if you want to write a scathing criticism of the infiltration of the porn industry into forms of mainstream entertainment, save it for the national review.
so watch the movie. and buy the dvd. you may just catch a glimpse of the back of my head.
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anyhoo, I'll be back tomorrow- let's kick it!