Wednesday, July 26, 2006

M: Are you telling me you built a time machine out of a dog crate?

I don't really like s'mores. Does this make me a bad person?

There's been a lack of posting 'round here. Apparently blogging has taken a backseat to my other new hobbies, which include the following:

  • Searching for my ankles. I seem to have lost them about a week ago, and they haven't returned. Have you seen them?
  • Hiding from the heat. It was in the high 90s here last weekend, and I've turned into a total wuss when it comes to heat. I imagine the above activity is somehow related to this one.
  • Growing a big belly. It's a lot of work.
  • Attending a birthing class, where they teach you things, make you feel really good about childbirth, and scare the shit out of you all at the same time.
  • Worrying about how the hell we're going to turn into responsible adult parental figures.

We watched Primer over the weekend. Apparently it was a big winner at Sundance a couple years ago, and it got a lot of good reviews. It's set in the 80's (I think) and it's about two computer-nerd guys who "accidentally" create a time machine. (And no, there are no DeLoreans involved. No flux capacitors either.) The filming was done really well and the feel of the movie was very cool, and it was a really good idea. In fact, the first half of the movie was great. And then all of a sudden it started moving really fast and leaving out very important details (like general plot) and we were left wondering what the hell had happened in the last half hour. I'm all for movies leaving things up to the viewer, and generally in Hollywood movies we are bombarded with things such that you don't have to think at all. But this was ridiculous. Really. I have no idea what happened during that last 30 minutes of movie. Anyone else seen it?

1 comment:

Bodie said...

Slate hates smores too...