That is right. I have no time these days. I cannot get to the theaters very often and the list of movies that I would like to watch grows longer. Since I can't watch the real movie, I have over the last year or so become more and more obsessed with watching movie trailers (previews for you old-timers out there). I feel like this is often just as good as watching the movie, and so I will start a recurring post theme where I review the a few trailers, since I will likely never see the movies. The criteria you ask? I'll keep it simple: Would watch based on trailer (WW), Would not watch based on trailer (WN), or "I already hate this movie" (AH). So, WW = +, WN = -, and AH = --.
First movie: "Turbo"
This warmed my heart. It seems at first brush a re-do of "Cars," (which is already in the works with "Planes," but that is not at issue presently). Seems like a snail who wants to go fast gets some kind of magical transformation when he falls into the Nitrogenous Oxide and there seems to be the typical crew of buddies that he meets in realizing his dreams. Pretty standard cartoon movie stuff. Looks funny enough: WW
Second movie: "Blood Runs Cold"
I don't mind horror movies. I think they have a time and a place. I am not into gore movies, and that is what this is. There are some gore movies that may have a plot (haven't seen that many) but this one seems not to have one. For those that like these kind of movies, you'll probably enjoy this. I thought it looked stupid already. I do not like trailers that exhibit zero imagination. This one was typical cut shots of a scary slasher closing in on victims with a idiotic sounding phrase slowly spelled out in between. Cue the loud breathing/trembling hand holding lighter scene where you get one last look at the 'scary dude.' Looks even less worth seeing then others of this genre: WN
Third movie: "World War Z"
I enjoy end of the world science fiction, hence, I like zombie movies. However, there is a certain love/hate with zombie movies. I can't stand movies that are super silly. the 'slow zombie' is pretty lame, because, unless the story is clear about how things fell apart, I assume that slow zombies wouldn't have much chance against modern weapons. This movie is a 'fast zombie' movie it would seem, and therefore much more believable/scary. I like Brad Pitt generally, and so this seems like an interesting flick. The trailer has enough zombie hoard shots to let you know what it is about, but it thankfully hints that there is an actually storyline. I think this movie would be something like "I Am Legend," which I enjoyed: WW
Fourth movie: "Angels' Share"
I like accents from the UK, don't we all? This is supposedly a comedy, but it didn't seem very funny from the trailer. This seems to be a story of a kid who is on the wrong side of the law who is trying to reform who then has the opportunity to pull one last heist, seemingly to redeem himself and to allow himself a 'second chance' or the ability to 'give up on crime.' These movies can be really good, or really crappy. I get the impression this is the low budget Brit film that gets tossed over to the states every now and again, and I am not really impressed with the trailer. Even if it is about the whiskey industry: WN
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Bet you thought that I would never post again...
Well, you thought wrong. I will post again.
I should really be reading law, alas, I cannot force myself to at the moment. I am unsure of what to write about, since I am mostly involved in school, and that would be excruciatingly boring to all parties. Therefore, I guess I'll reminisce about something funny that I saw lately, that made me (surprisingly) miss my high school days. For those of you who don't know, I hail from the amazing "unincorporated community" called Fruitland. The school that corresponded to my home was Duchesne High. What I saw that made me go all nostalgic was my homecoming king competition video. While embarrassing, it was fun to see the silliness of our tiny school and the ineptness of the competition. (I won, so that should give you an idea of how silly it really was). (No offense Joe). But, lest I continue down a path of trashing little ol' Duchesne, I will instead laud the virtues of that institution of mid-level learning. Firstly: Duchesne was no limiter of the things that a person wanted to do. You could pretty much do whatever extracurricular activity that you wanted. For example, I was involved in the following activities: Extemporaneous speaking, Lincoln-Douglas debate, FHA (Which was changed after little before I got there from Future Homemakers of America to the lest sexist and exclusive Family, Career, and Community Leaders of America), Humorous Interpretation, School Musicals, Academic Decathlon, the Golf team, Geography bowl, Sterling Scholar, and hell, I even subbed in on FFA once (I wish I could have kept the sweet blue cordory (sp?) jacket they lent me for the competition)
Anyway, the idea is that students in our small school had opportunities to pursue what we wanted. I didn't do basketball, so I never attempted to do an activity there that might have led to a rejection of participation. (Basketball being the only thing in the town sacred and exclusive enough to merit tryouts where people actually got cut).
Anyway, it was easy to be involved at DHS. Another nice thing about growing up in this area is that people are generally pretty nice and understanding. This was fortunate for one of my friends, who will go un-named, one particular Halloween. He thought it would be funny to dress up as a KKK member. While this type of thing can be a big deal, at our high school, a teacher merely told him that it was idiotic and inappropriate and that he would need to take the hood off. Instead of scandal, a news story, and a wave of discussion about how potentially racist our school/students were, the student was admonished and it was over. Instead of being expelled, etc, the student went on with life and is a pretty normal guy. I appreciated that aspect of my small school. I can imagine that this situation would have played out quite differently at a larger school.
Finally, in a small school, most people had lifelong nicknames. In my school, we had Sid, Scro, Gig, Bri, Frank (real name Richard), Bubba, Heed, Wiener, Meyer, and so forth. My name was "Fro", which is cruel irony these days. And politic chic (the only person who reads this blog) used to be known as "Zo". It is a funny small town quirk that the community feels the need to rename all of its members.
I could write more about the joys of Duchesne, but I think I will leave it to a future post. Also, I think that I will start blogging more frequently. I know that the masses are cheering in joy right this instant.
I should really be reading law, alas, I cannot force myself to at the moment. I am unsure of what to write about, since I am mostly involved in school, and that would be excruciatingly boring to all parties. Therefore, I guess I'll reminisce about something funny that I saw lately, that made me (surprisingly) miss my high school days. For those of you who don't know, I hail from the amazing "unincorporated community" called Fruitland. The school that corresponded to my home was Duchesne High. What I saw that made me go all nostalgic was my homecoming king competition video. While embarrassing, it was fun to see the silliness of our tiny school and the ineptness of the competition. (I won, so that should give you an idea of how silly it really was). (No offense Joe). But, lest I continue down a path of trashing little ol' Duchesne, I will instead laud the virtues of that institution of mid-level learning. Firstly: Duchesne was no limiter of the things that a person wanted to do. You could pretty much do whatever extracurricular activity that you wanted. For example, I was involved in the following activities: Extemporaneous speaking, Lincoln-Douglas debate, FHA (Which was changed after little before I got there from Future Homemakers of America to the lest sexist and exclusive Family, Career, and Community Leaders of America), Humorous Interpretation, School Musicals, Academic Decathlon, the Golf team, Geography bowl, Sterling Scholar, and hell, I even subbed in on FFA once (I wish I could have kept the sweet blue cordory (sp?) jacket they lent me for the competition)
Anyway, the idea is that students in our small school had opportunities to pursue what we wanted. I didn't do basketball, so I never attempted to do an activity there that might have led to a rejection of participation. (Basketball being the only thing in the town sacred and exclusive enough to merit tryouts where people actually got cut).
Anyway, it was easy to be involved at DHS. Another nice thing about growing up in this area is that people are generally pretty nice and understanding. This was fortunate for one of my friends, who will go un-named, one particular Halloween. He thought it would be funny to dress up as a KKK member. While this type of thing can be a big deal, at our high school, a teacher merely told him that it was idiotic and inappropriate and that he would need to take the hood off. Instead of scandal, a news story, and a wave of discussion about how potentially racist our school/students were, the student was admonished and it was over. Instead of being expelled, etc, the student went on with life and is a pretty normal guy. I appreciated that aspect of my small school. I can imagine that this situation would have played out quite differently at a larger school.
Finally, in a small school, most people had lifelong nicknames. In my school, we had Sid, Scro, Gig, Bri, Frank (real name Richard), Bubba, Heed, Wiener, Meyer, and so forth. My name was "Fro", which is cruel irony these days. And politic chic (the only person who reads this blog) used to be known as "Zo". It is a funny small town quirk that the community feels the need to rename all of its members.
I could write more about the joys of Duchesne, but I think I will leave it to a future post. Also, I think that I will start blogging more frequently. I know that the masses are cheering in joy right this instant.
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