There are good days, and then there are Good days...
"Hey"
That was what came from the phone when I answered it. I was up at eight in anticipation of the day. You see, LBG and I made plans to go and view Sin City this morning, while every one else was loving them some Jesus, so the theaters wouldn't be packed. Any time after noon they are a madhouse on Sundays. Soo at around ten the house phone rings:
LBG: Hey.
Clime: Hey. Where are you?!
LBG: In my bedroom. I'm on my cell. (fifteen feet and two closed doors away)
Clime: Jackass.
LBG: We still on?
Clime: Yep. First showing is at eleven. Get ready.
LBG: I'm on it.
A minute and fifteen seconds later, we are out the door. It is absolutely gorgeous out. I pity the folks who have to sit indoors for the next hour and do that 'praying' gig. Wait, we are about to sit indoors for the next three watching at least two of the ten commandments being regularly broken on screen. Better roll down the windows and get the max on fresh air and sunshine...
The theater is on one end of a huge parking lot, with four great restaurants on the other end. We drive by the kitchen entrance to one when LBG breaks into spontaneous laughter.
Clime: What gives?
LBG: ~pointing~ Look.
Clime: Yeah, the kitchen entrance to Razzou's.
LBG: Look what's next to it!
Clime: Only in Texas.... or Arizona... or California...
It was a bike rack. Most kitchens are staffed by Illegals around here... Their mode of transportation for their commute is usually a bicycle... The bicycle is usually a girl's bicycle... The girl's bicycle is usually stolen...
It's time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn. Sometimes that's by dying. Sometimes that's by killing a whole lot of people.
Sin City. Where to start. Given the huge cast list of big name stars. I was thinking that it would be riddled with a bunch of cameos. Wrong. Every part was a substantial one. Well, they had three hours to fit them all in..
Visually, this film was amazing. It was stunning. It was sex for the eyes without the magazine subscription.
The story needs no criticism, as it was a Direct adaptation of Frank Miller's comic books. We were literally watching a comic book.
Editing had only one issue. This film was about as pulp as pulp can get, and that is a good thing. However, all the side stories and parallel main stories never really tied into one conclusion at the end. All story lines concluded themselves, mind you, but it was in a semi-automatic burst of endings in a row, leaving the last couple a little anti-climactic.
This is one delicious, uber-violent, stylish, and dark film. LBG and Clime give it two thumbs up.
Mmmmmmm lunch...
Graphic stylized violence brings out an appetite.
Clime: Where are we going for lunch?
LBG: Dunno.
Clime: Bonedaddy's?
LBG: Nope. I had too much red meat this week.
Clime: That leaves chicken and seafood. You know what that means...
LBG: Crab and wings at Hooters.
Clime: Crab and wings at Hooters.
"Renee", a little burner in orange short-shorts and tanktop, served us generous amounts of crablegs and chicken strips. Funny, she didn't have the best body in the world, but was very very cute and very very sharp. Enough to win me over...
Renee: Hey! You filled your own mugs! Don't ever do that again.
Clime: ~throwing LBG under the bus~ He did it!
LBG: Thanks...
Renee: ~stern look~
Perfect endings
Just the way I like them. A quick trip to big buy to purchase Equilibrium, then back to the house to view the best shows on television: Extreme Home Makeover, Desperate Housewives, Gray's anatomy, Family Guy, and Robot Chicken. That's a lot of home-time, so laundry gets thrown in, too.
Every once in a while, maybe once a year, a single day off feels like a multi-day vacation...
LBG and I are going to have to give Stodgy several of those when he comes back around...
That was what came from the phone when I answered it. I was up at eight in anticipation of the day. You see, LBG and I made plans to go and view Sin City this morning, while every one else was loving them some Jesus, so the theaters wouldn't be packed. Any time after noon they are a madhouse on Sundays. Soo at around ten the house phone rings:
LBG: Hey.
Clime: Hey. Where are you?!
LBG: In my bedroom. I'm on my cell. (fifteen feet and two closed doors away)
Clime: Jackass.
LBG: We still on?
Clime: Yep. First showing is at eleven. Get ready.
LBG: I'm on it.
A minute and fifteen seconds later, we are out the door. It is absolutely gorgeous out. I pity the folks who have to sit indoors for the next hour and do that 'praying' gig. Wait, we are about to sit indoors for the next three watching at least two of the ten commandments being regularly broken on screen. Better roll down the windows and get the max on fresh air and sunshine...
The theater is on one end of a huge parking lot, with four great restaurants on the other end. We drive by the kitchen entrance to one when LBG breaks into spontaneous laughter.
Clime: What gives?
LBG: ~pointing~ Look.
Clime: Yeah, the kitchen entrance to Razzou's.
LBG: Look what's next to it!
Clime: Only in Texas.... or Arizona... or California...
It was a bike rack. Most kitchens are staffed by Illegals around here... Their mode of transportation for their commute is usually a bicycle... The bicycle is usually a girl's bicycle... The girl's bicycle is usually stolen...
It's time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn. Sometimes that's by dying. Sometimes that's by killing a whole lot of people.
Sin City. Where to start. Given the huge cast list of big name stars. I was thinking that it would be riddled with a bunch of cameos. Wrong. Every part was a substantial one. Well, they had three hours to fit them all in..
Visually, this film was amazing. It was stunning. It was sex for the eyes without the magazine subscription.
The story needs no criticism, as it was a Direct adaptation of Frank Miller's comic books. We were literally watching a comic book.
Editing had only one issue. This film was about as pulp as pulp can get, and that is a good thing. However, all the side stories and parallel main stories never really tied into one conclusion at the end. All story lines concluded themselves, mind you, but it was in a semi-automatic burst of endings in a row, leaving the last couple a little anti-climactic.
This is one delicious, uber-violent, stylish, and dark film. LBG and Clime give it two thumbs up.
Mmmmmmm lunch...
Graphic stylized violence brings out an appetite.
Clime: Where are we going for lunch?
LBG: Dunno.
Clime: Bonedaddy's?
LBG: Nope. I had too much red meat this week.
Clime: That leaves chicken and seafood. You know what that means...
LBG: Crab and wings at Hooters.
Clime: Crab and wings at Hooters.
"Renee", a little burner in orange short-shorts and tanktop, served us generous amounts of crablegs and chicken strips. Funny, she didn't have the best body in the world, but was very very cute and very very sharp. Enough to win me over...
Renee: Hey! You filled your own mugs! Don't ever do that again.
Clime: ~throwing LBG under the bus~ He did it!
LBG: Thanks...
Renee: ~stern look~
Perfect endings
Just the way I like them. A quick trip to big buy to purchase Equilibrium, then back to the house to view the best shows on television: Extreme Home Makeover, Desperate Housewives, Gray's anatomy, Family Guy, and Robot Chicken. That's a lot of home-time, so laundry gets thrown in, too.
Every once in a while, maybe once a year, a single day off feels like a multi-day vacation...
LBG and I are going to have to give Stodgy several of those when he comes back around...
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