July is Almost Over So I Better Hurry Up and Write This Month's Blog: Hence No Time for a Creative or Corny Title

Update:  I did, in fact, cross over to the Mac side, my friends. 

And per my usual MO, it was over a week before I even opened the box after I made my newfangled purchase.

I have a strict grieving process that must be adhered to when making the switch from one form of technology to another.

DENIAL:
I know I just spent X ridiculous amount of $ on this new computer, but I don't *actually* need to start using it yet. It's not like the old computer has died or something.

ANGER:
STUPID OLD COMPUTER DIED!

BARTERING:
Come on, old computer. Pleeeeease just connect to the internet. Please? I won't try to overtax your system by opening up 12 tabs at once again, I promise. I'm not ready to open the scary looking box on the floor in the corner of the room and figure out a new one!

DEPRESSION:
I don't wanna open the box……………. why is my life so hard??

ACCEPTANCE:
Wow. This isn't so difficult. I can handle this. This new computer is actually kind of awesome. I love life!

Indeed, my experience with my Mac has sent me through a roller coaster of emotions.

There are the highs when I think: "Oh my God, this is the best thing ever…how did I not switch over to this years ago? What can be better than this setup?" which are quickly followed by the lows: "My God! All I want to do is copy-paste! What in the world is the difference between the control and command keys? What happened to right click?!?! AHHHHHHH!"

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Like this… only in my mind.

And despite the fact that I admit to knowing next to nothing about the technological world, I keep buying every new shiny object it dangles out in front of me... just as I keep joining every new social networking site the cyber world has to offer.

I have discussed my fear of the internet ninjas that lie in wait to steal my identity before… they kept me from ever joining such fads as Xanga and Friendster and MySpace back in the day, and they kept me from joining Facebook for a good several years. 

But I can now not only boast (though I probably shouldn't…since really it's rather pathetic) having a blogspot and a Facebook but I can also proudly (again, replace "proudly" with "ashamedly" or some other appropriate adjective) proclaim that I have joined both the Twitter and the Google+ phenomenons. 

Granted, I've done almost nothing on either one, but I have one gosh darn it. And in the social networking world, just signing up for the account is 90% of selling your soul to it.

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Seriously… I don't have a problem.

And what have I learned through all of this social networking besides the fact that Facebook can function as both a noun and a verb?

Answer:  I now have so many usernames and passwords that the idea of keeping all of them straight in my mind alone is laughable.

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Me… in 30 years… minus 29.

On a completely different topic, movie-wise this month I've watched two raunchy comedies and two comic book super hero flicks:

Horrible Bosses
Bad Teacher
The Green Lantern
Captain America: The First Avenger

The two comedies included the best words to describe them within their own titles.  They were awful… seriously. But they were also "horribly funny" and "bad in a good way." 

So depending on your personality, they were hit-or-miss kind of films. For some (like me) it was a fifty-fifty kind of scenario… half of the jokes were complete misses but overall it was made worthwhile by the other half full of absolute, dead-on, laugh-out-loud hits.

The super hero movies were both good in different ways.  Green Lantern was better than I thought it would be because I had convinced myself it would be absolutely awful, and Captain America was slightly disappointing only because I imagined it would be amazing on an epic scale.  

I feel that my high and low expectations are rather to be blamed than the actual films. The first was funnier than I expected, the second one more serious than I anticipated.  I am, however, looking quite forward to The Avengers movie.   

The real moral of the story?

Iron Man is still better.

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He's like... The Brave Little Toaster on steroids!

March Movie Madness

I should be a critic.

Seriously.

I’ve considered different options over the years for a career as I’ve worked toward my English degree… writer…editor…professor, etc.  But now I know.  Critic is the answer.  When I took my required Critical Theory and Practice class senior year and learned about the complex, competitive love-hate relationship between the author, reader, and critic, I never dreamed that I would fall within that third category.

But that was before.

The signs were all there.  They were small perhaps, and I can see now that I had obviously ignored them.  After all, I had always possessed an innate desire to point out the stupidity versus the genius of certain television commercials.  It was, after all, my duty to verbally declare to the room when they insulted the human intellect.

Little did I know that these experiences illustrated a potential future in criticism and not in writing as I had hitherto believed.  Great satisfaction was gained from mentally rating them on a scale from late night infomercial to Super Bowl worthy, so I can only imagine how great the satisfaction would be if I was actually paid to do so. 

And over the past few weekends I have certainly watched several movies that have only solidified my new resolve to engage in such a profession. 

**WARNING: Some Spoilers**

Movie #1:  The Adjustment Bureau.  

Good in parts, yes, and it had an Inception-like vibe that I enjoyed. Plus, let’s face it… Matt Damon and Emily Blunt are simply two people that look incredibly sexy together. They do possess amazing on-screen chemistry. The story – while incredible – was intriguing, with its promised combination of action/adventure and romance:  a love affair between the two characters David Norris and Elise Sellas is thwarted by outside forces who call themselves the Adjustment Bureau and are responsible for ensuring that people stay on track with the life plans that have been preset for their future.  The movie seemingly promises to delve headfirst into a profound free will versus fate debate.    

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Even the poster campaign makes this seem like a logical deduction.

Instead the audience discovers that the mechanics behind the powers these bureaus members were endowed with came from the imagination of an elementary school child.

• Really guys? Magical hats? Even if they were fedoras? 

(Although, yes, fedoras did make many of the actors in this film much “hotter” than they would have been fedora-less.)

Clearly there are exceptions to the rule… 

• Door knobs that lead one way if turned to the right but *gasp* go somewhere else if turned to the left.  

•  Only certain doors go to certain places in New York.   

•  Water affects their powers...

Those are the limitations? Really? Seriously now… who made up these rules? A fourth grader? I can only suspend my disbelief so much for one film before things just turn comical.

Also, I must complain about the anticlimactic ending.  I’ll simply compare it to this scenario:  Imagine that you are watching an action flick, and you have steadily and mentally prepared yourself for an epic last fight scene only to have the two opposing parties show up at the battle and be all like “Sooooo, I’m actually good… wanna just shake hands and be friends?”

It reminded me a lot of the ending to Breaking Dawn in that way. Anticlimactic.  However, at only 106 minutes, the film also felt much shorter than it should have been. Something I can’t say about the aforementioned book and its superfluous 754 pages.   

(And yes, I know. Do I really have a right to critique anything if I’ve read a Stephenie Meyers book, some of you might be thinking.)

Movie #2:  Red Riding Hood.

Before I watched it, I had commented that it looked like Twilight meets The Village… and it was, but in the worst possible way.  Congratulations, Catherine Hardwicke.  Red Riding Hood almost makes Twilight look good by comparison. 

In some ways I found the first half more ridiculous than the second half, only because it focused even more on the melodramatic, not-at-all-reminiscent-of-Twilight love triangle between the characters Valerie, Peter, and Henry.  Also, the second half was more interesting simply because I honestly couldn’t figure out who the wolf was.  To throw us off track even more, the director decided last minute to throw in additional, random possibilities for the mysterious wolf’s human alter ego by showing us that *gasp* almost everyone in the village has brown eyes… just like the wolf!  

Brown eyed people are of the devil. Moral of the story. 

With few exceptions, all of the one-liners were just so darn absurd that it was downright entertaining.  The acting across the board was far from outstanding.  Some people have observed that Gary Oldman was one of the few good actors in this mess, but I beg to differ.  And his getup looked like it was inspired by Gene Wilder’s costume from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.   

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 Well, I see it anyway.

Like watching The Adjustment Bureau, there were just too many parts in this movie where I started laughing only to suddenly and uncomfortably realize, Oh, that probably wasn’t meant to be funny. Oops.

The scenario I found myself in was a problem that frequently arises when melodramatic movies convince themselves that they are dramatic movies. They take themselves far too seriously… and the only rational response for the audience is to engage in awkward, self-indulgent chuckling.

Movie #3: Beastly.

As soon as I saw that it was made by CBS films, I mentally groaned. And yes, it had lackluster acting and the dialogue quality of a direct-to-DVD release.  It was essentially a made for TV film released in theaters… the deformed love child of a Disney Channel Original Movie and a Lifetime Movie Network production.

It’s a movie adaptation of a book by the same name written by Alex Flinn, and it puts a modern spin on the Beauty and the Beast story…because let’s face it, if there is anything we don’t already have enough of it’s re-tellings of classic stories.   

In the movie, the character Kyle is an arrogant, attractive, popular boy at school cursed by a witch with ugliness for a year until he can find someone who loves him.  Without this confession of love, he is doomed to stay repulsive and disfigured forever.  Lindy is the Belle/Gabriella Montez-esque character destined to discover Kyle’s inner beauty and set him free physically, emotionally, spiritually, yada yada.

Mary-Kate Olsen plays the witch character named Kendra who looks like a druggie… so, Mary-Kate on a normal day, I suppose.

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 Mary Kate: Wardrobe and Make-up Department? I came to the set this way...

P.S. On a similar note, watch some episodes of College Humor’s series Very Mary-Kate. You won’t regret it.   http://www.collegehumor.com/verymarykate

Speaking of Kendra, her curse was the most random and ridiculous of any I’ve ever heard: “Embrace the suck.” Wow. Great dialogue. Kudos to that screenwriter. It was Daniel Barnz, by the way, in case you were wondering.  He was also the director.  Very ambitious man.  He likes to suck at two things simultaneously. (Oh, I’m sorry… I mean he likes to “embrace the suck” of two things, rather. My bad.) 

Then again, I haven’t actually read the book, so this gem of a phrase might have been the handiwork of the author.  Still, in any case, knowing the ungodly amount of creative license a director is usually granted, I then hold Daniel Barnz personally responsible if he chose to retain that line on purpose.

A friend of mine later pointed out that “embrace” and “suck” were literally tattooed across Kyle’s face where his eyebrows should have been, begging the question:  How did Lindy not know who he was when that was one of the last things someone had publicly said to him before his disappearance from school and general society?

The face only a mother could love. Seriously though… his father couldn’t even stand to be around his ugly mug.

I’m shocked I didn’t actually notice those particular tattoos before though.  I guess I was just too busy embracing all the other aspects of this movie that sucked.