So, we can now have Amazon Instant Videos streamed to our PlayStation 3. For a price, natch. I don’t object to paying for movie rentals. The problem I have is, I only watch a movie once. If it’s free, and I really, really liked it, then maybe I’ll watch it again. Like OnDemand for instance, … Continue reading I Want My Money Back
Once upon a time, I had a bit of a crush on Angelina Jolie.
She was pretty – most of the time. In certain lighting, at some angles, and with some facial expressions, she’s her father. Ick. But a lot of the time, she was one of the most beautiful women in the world.
Lately though, she’s a little too skeletal for my tastes, and she’s not doing great movies either. She’s looking a little haggard and, well…old.
So I sat down on Saturday night to watch a movie and figured with explosions, guns and Angie, it can’t be too bad.
Or can it?
Wow, whatta crap-fest.
I just spent what might be the worst two hours of my life being force-fed the most awful, stupid, LAME theology I’ve ever heard of. Not that I expect accuracy in either history or theology from Hollywood, but THIS is the worst thing I’ve seen for a long, long time. A long time.
Before I tell you about it, though – and advise you to avoid it like poison – I should give you a bit of background on what’s going on.
I love movies but only on the condition they’re entertaining. I’ve never found someone with the same tastes I have, including the person with whom I’m closest in the entire world – my wife. She likes some of the movies I do, but for the most part, we keep each other honest by only watching movies upon which we can agree. That narrows our field of choice considerably.
So on a Saturday afternoon, when we have nothing better to do, we toss up a movie from our Netflix Instant Queue, and try to weed out some of the stink-burgers in there.
One such is a movie I thought might be fun until I figured out what it was about.
I managed to avoid seeing it for almost twenty-one years. It’s not that I have anything personally against it. I never saw it, how could I? But I knew – knew, the way you know that bone sticking out of your arm is going to hurt real soon now – that I wouldn’t like it. … Continue reading Yippie-Kai-Yay
En*DANE*gered 