Two-Sentence Movie Reviews

Clash of the Titans (2010 version)

Had so little to do with the actual myth I doubt the screenwriter was even the slightest bit familiar with anything but the original film, only saw that once in a drunken/stoned haze in his college years and got it mixed up with several other films he later added in to the rip-off (yes, rip-off, and lots of them - there's even a bloody light saber in this "film"). It's appallingly bad, and I *mean* appallingly; the acting is more wooden than the djinni (yes, this film has djinni in Greece for some reason) the dialogue is lame, tension is nonexistent (look at the difference between the scene in Medusa's temple in both versions; one has actual tension and one is like a badly designed video game that you're forced to watch and can't play) pacing doesn't exist, character development is nil, and the whole "plot" (which is basically some loud noises and dull action sequences) gets resolved in the last three minutes of running time.

#The theme from 'Shaft' is playing the radio#

Duamuteffe: I can't help but wonder how he has the time to do any detective work.
Owlvark: Oh, because he's a sex machine to *all* the chicks.
Duamuteffe: Yeah, it clearly says all of them. I don't doubt it, but it must make things difficult towards him getting anything else done.
Owlvark: Maybe they all line up to make sure there's no confusion, or taking more than one turn.
Duamuteffe: That just doesn't have the same ring to it. "Who's the sex machine for whom all the chicks stand in an orderly queue?"
Owlvark: That's British Shaft.

I had this dream last night where I was watching a documentary about Matt Berry, and he was being interviewed about his quest to try and get into a posh, invitation-only bathroom in an airport in Britain. There were a lot of clips of him trying various methods to get in the bathroom, only to be rousted out at the last minute. He wanted to get in because it he thought it would highlight the unfairness of the class system in the UK, and ended his interview with a stirring speech about how plants were allowed everywhere because all they did was sit still and gather energy from sunlight, and that meant we should all be allowed to go anywhere we wanted. It was very odd, but kind of awesome.

In the name of love- what more in the name of love?

"Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

- Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Highborn.Hunter: So, what are you up to?
Duamuteffe: Listening to Mötley Crüe and surfing for pics of Jeffrey Donovan.
Highborn.Hunter: Awesome
Duamuteffe: Yeah, it's pretty metal here :)
Highborn.Hunter: :)

Now you, too, can be so fortunate!

I'm more or less used to my schedule, I'm getting my endurance back, as well as some musculature, and the horses are behaving themselves most days now. I'm just not updating my blog because I'm too damned lazy #grins#

To cover, here is a picture of the stud, Val, having a bit of a nap.