29 May 2007

The big screen


Memorial Day is a time to reflect. On the one had, we have our endless wars and rumours of wars (the war on science, the war on truth, the war on individual privacy--the list goes on). Worse yet, diversions from all the hyperbole are hard to find. Someone said that someone said that Rosie's somehow still in the news (I can't quite make the herculean effort to click on the link to that story) and Miss USA evidently fell on her arse (there's a meaningful metaphor there somewhere). And the president is babbling . . .

Trying to avoid the deluge of delusional demogogery, I tried to find a few moments of respite at the movies, but Hollywood, which now takes in half a billion on some of its productions, has created nothing but flaccid formulaic flics of no interest whassoever. You know that times are bad when Karlo watches Shrek III. Not that there's anything wrong with ogres farting in water, but I must confess that the shock value goes down on the third viewing. Even so, if you're still plugged into the matrix and are forced to watch reruns of Rosie reruns or rerants of Them Terrist Gonna Get Us!, you might want to slip away for an afternoon and watch Shrek III (or Shrek IV, or whatever they've got playing). At least the popcorn's good and the theatre's air-conditioned.

4 comments:

Evil Spock said...

Evil Spock saw Spiderman XVI or something.

Karlo said...

Spiderman 12's the one you want to see.

Evil Spock said...

Is that the one where he goes shopping at Home Depot and buys a new toilet?

William H Macy as the Home Depot General Manager was pure acting gold!

Karlo said...

That't the one. I love the part where he slams his coupon on the counter and demand they take it! I've been trying to build up the courage to do something like that for years