This was a good week for unlikable protagonists bossing people around in movies, as evident in the new films Steve Jobs and Burnt. I was also going to include Our Brand Is Crisis into this review, but then I watched the trailer for it again and realized that I really, really don’t want to pay to see that movie because it looks painfully bland. So I didn’t.
To answer your first immediate question: yes, I do own a glow in the dark velociraptor t-shirt. And yes, it will probably sway my judgement in regards to this movie.
Year four now of going to the Oscar Nominated Animated Showcase. My track record for the previous three years has been 2-for-3. I need a win here. I need it bad. 3-1 looks way better than 2-2. Pretty soon I’m gonna have more misses than hits, and you’ll wonder why the hell you’re reading a post by a guy who doesn’t even know what he’s talking about! Bring on the cartoon dogs and claymation British people, I gotta focus this time! [Eye of the Tiger starts playing from hidden boom box]
American Sniper has been a bit of a polarizing experience, if you happen to read any articles about it. I guess the central figure, Chris Kyle, has gone under some scrutiny for actions not really shown in the film, while at the same time the movie has been glorified and praised for its flag waving American pride type themes. There’s a lot to be discussed, and it’s all a very serious matter, so I’m going to do everyone a favor and let the two sides of the story speak for themselves… On one side, there’s the heavily Oscar nominated Clint Eastwood film American Sniper, and on the other side is the lunch I had at Naf Naf Grill yesterday.
Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you’re all thankful for the bountiful amount of leftovers this glorious day will provide you, so that by Sunday your family is still feasting on the remains of a three-day old turkey like a cast of sea crabs nibbling on a whale corpse that’s sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Sorry, I watch a lot of nature shows. I hope that was an appetizing thought for you.
Anyway, *I’m* thankful for streaming rental services, which have given me the convenient opportunity to check out some of the movies that I remember getting hyped up about earlier this year, and then never bothering to see in theaters for whatever reason and forgetting that they exist. At the very least, I hope this post gives you something to pretend to read on your phone while your uncle and your grandpa argue about politics as you desperately wait for dinner to be ready at your mom’s house. Oh god, grandpa is using racial slurs again…! [sits in bathroom pretending to poop for 2 hours]
I’ve always been a big fan of Doctor Dreadful food kits. I didn’t even think they were still around. Then lo and behold, I was in a Michael’s with my girlfriend today and a colorful box caught the corner of my eye. The crazy doctor that taught me sugar + water = flavor when I was a kid is still going at it. When I was a kid and I was all like “Dad, buy me that Doctor Dreadful Stomach Churner kit! BUY IT FORRRR ME I NEEEEEEEED IT. DAAAAAAAAAAAD” and then he wouldn’t buy it for me because he already bought me the Bug Lab earlier that year; and it would make me sad. BUT now I’m an adult and I have my own money, so SUCK IT DAD, I CAN BUY THIS STUPID ZOMBIE LAB IF I WANT TO. I CAN BUY FOUR OF THEM IF I FEEL LIKE IT. I’M A GROWN UP.
So anyway it crossed my mind to purchase one of these fun time food makers and see if they can stand the test of time while making them as an adult. I’m also going to get drunk while I work in my laboratory, which is basically like a guarantee that I will puke violently by the end of the night. But don’t worry, as you can see by this picture of my childhood bedroom wall, I already earned two diplomas in Dreadful Science, so I’m authorized to experiment how I please.
Dead Man Down is a film in which I had NO idea what it was, or what it was about, or who was in it, or who directed it, etc. Every so often I just like to go see a movie in theaters that I don’t know anything about except its title and the showtime. Let’s just call the practice “Fandangoing”. Anyway, what did I find out when I saw this heartwarming little film?
There’s some hot dogs under there, somewhere.