Right. So I woke up this noon, feeling awfully tired. That’s pretty much it, for the first half. I spent some time on the computer doing mostly nothing, although as mentioned before, Blazernetwork’s control panel kind of sucks ass. I really hate it.
Then all of a sudden Gino and I decided to go see Munich, but first we ate at Gattiland. I’ve never been there before, but I have enjoyed Mr. Gatti’s pizza - it was good. I’d go there again. In fact, next time I want to do something similar to what went down at Main Event during fall break, I’d suggest Gattiland. It plays family safe movies, it’s a buffet, has an arcade, their garlic bread and cheesesticks are good - just the place to gain ten pounds and lose it all running around the arcade like an idiot. Perhaps it’s not bowling, but it looks fun. BUFFET!
Gino found a shorter way to get to the shops at Legacy from the Preston-121 area, so that was super cool. But we were kind of lucky because there weren’t many people driving at that time.
When I went to go see Breakfast on Pluto on Saturday I forgot to mention the movie trailers that interested me. Tsotsi because it looks nice, raw and I love Cidade de Deus. Match Point because it is making me think of Closer (which I readily admit was a decent movie), and it involved Scarlett Johannson and Jonathan Rhys-Meyers.
As a somewhat irrelevent side note, Jonathan Rhys-Meyers looks much better in drag than Cillian Murphy. But I suppose you can’t really compare? Whereas Rhys-Meyers played a glam rock bisexual Brit in reverse “My Fair Lady”-like premise, Murphy was simply a transvestite looking for his mum and the many sideplots involved. Typical glam-rock-gay films, both of them. But I haven’t quite finished my review for Pluto. I guess Goldmine focused more on the fashion-revolution, Pluto on Catholic v. Protestant issues in Ireland. The music in Breakfast on Pluto was far better than that in Velvet Goldmine.
Anyway, I digress. I’ll have to write an entry or something comparing them. Perhaps watch some more glam-rock-sexual-fashion-drag films? Yes, I think so. By the way, I’m listening to this kind of shit Velvet Goldmine OST - the guy that is singing “Ballad of Maxwell Demon” is irritating me with this nasel-like voice.
For the Humanities acquaintences, before we watched Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Stanton referred to Steven Spielberg as the “Master of Suspense.” It’s not that I disagree, because Schindler’s List pretty much says that. But I initially thought, “Shittin’ — what? That’s bullshit.” Face it: Close Encounters of the Third Kind is not as amazing now as it was when it first released. Which is understandable.
Anyway, I’m working on the reviews (Breakfast on Pluto and Munich) so you’ll get that later. I’ll try to get them out before the new semester.