Tuesday, August 3, 2004

If you start to urinate the Forbidden Color, please consult a doctor.
Last night my brother brought up how much he enjoyed Van Helsing. For some odd, unexplained reason, I felt it was my duty to crap all over that film. I realized how much I enjoy watching and discussing movies just as I was mocking the shoddy accents. There are always tons of films that I want to go see, but I hardly ever have the chance to, and when I have the chance I have to endure the stupid post-film commentary that is so courteously supplied by my family.

Today, however, I had an oppurtunity actually go see a movie. Not just any lame movie I had no intention of seeing, mind you- a movie that I suggested. My mom wanted everybody (which meant my father, my brother and myself) out of the house for a couple hours, and I proposed that, instead of hiking (which I despise), we go see The Village.

Honestly, I loved the movie. The acting, the execution, most of the script.. It was all great. I enjoyed Adrien Brodey's performance most, and the way he portrayed Noah. His character's ultimate purpose in the story also struck me as interesting, in an ironic and somewhat pitiable way. I won't elaborate any further on that subject, in fear of somebody saying that I "spoyld the moovy" for them.

I did feel that Ivy's character didn't seem.. Blind enough. It may sound a bit rude of me, but I went to school with a blind kid for a few years. Her eyes were too focused, I think, but what can you do about that outside of burning your retinas, eh?

I only jumped in my seat once, but it was a really fun scare (For those of you who have seen it, it was when you saw the red cloak run under the watch tower). God, I love a good suspenseful scene..

And now for the ritual. The ancient ritual practiced by me ever since the dawn of my existence. The very ritual that was performed the last time I wrote about a movie-going experience..

I'm going to rant about the stupid people who were also watching the movie.

There was a scene where Ivy (The blind woman) started slapping Noah (Adrien Brody) repeatedly across the face. Suddenly, out of nowhere, you could hear a bunch of fat dudes in the back of the theatre clapping and cheering and laughing. If I recall, there was some girl that seemed extremely girl-powerey that was cheering along with them.

What the hell, people? The intention of the scene was not at all to make you laugh. It wasn't even a light take at some sort of punishment for a silly childish act on Noah's part. She was doing the only thing she could to a dear friend who.. Eh, I won't ruin it.

And there were a couple guys in front of us who were talking about how much the film sucked afterwards.

"Yeah, it sucked."
"Totally sucked."
"Totally."
"... Yeah, it sucked."
"Uh-huh."

What, were they expecting it to be some big shocker/decapitation around every corner Friday the 13th horror flick? No, it was suspense. It's M. Night Shyamalan for God's sake. He's a storyteller, not a cheap director whose scripts consist of nothing but different, occasionally original ways to destroy people in a gore-fest of chainsaws.

My dad and brother weren't too bad after this one.. They just seemed to gasp while pointing at a red object, whether it be a car, a fire hydrant or a poster, and say "The forbidden color! It must not be seen!" for about half an hour. That really bugged me. Why stretch out a joke until you're sick of it when you can laugh the first time and be done with it? Why, it's not like the color red's a sammich or a biatch. :P

We also had guests over for dinner tonight. Our neighbors of two years, originally from South Africa, went to live in China on business last year. They're probably the nicest neighbors we have- the rest of the people in our general area are either jerks, antisocial or don't speakey the Engish. These people, however, are interesting speakers, with tons of stories from around the world, and they are good cooks. They had us over for dinner before they went to China, and it was one of the most delicious soups I have ever had. The husband has a Harley Davidson, which gave my dad (Who has had a mid-life crisis about motorcycles since he was 25) yet another reason to like them.

We were all quite sad when they left for China. They send us weekly e-mails about their experiences, which is nice, but it's not like they're too personal- the same email goes out to ten or twelve other people.

But suddenly, out of nowhere today, they showed up at our doorstep. They had come back to the US for a week or so, and we had an impromptu barbecue in their honor.

And, as per usual at social events, I was reminded of how I have no place in any conversation. I just listen, heh.. Oh well. At least they don't have little kids that are way into bothering me.

Wow, a decent post. I thought I wasn't going to make one like this until school starts again.

NEXT TIME on OtakuSennen's Splendiforous Blog From Beyond the Grave: It's a desperate attempt to get more visits! Expect plenty of lame jokes, plugs, and a Kill Bill reference in there for James.

..Okay, there may be none of that, but there is going to be a desperate attempt for visits. You can count on that. It's almost done already..
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