The above, a quote from Indiana Jones, the newest movie that i saw last week. It was pretty good, all things considered. My attention, unlimited despite its unbelievability (did you really expect to believe ANYthing in any of those movies anyways??) stayed during the 2 solid (and i mean SOLID) hours of the film.
Not that I'm some movie critic or anything, but all in all the film stayed true to its roots while pushing the envelope on our historically advanced but consistently similar set of expectations. It has more surprises and plot twists than the average action film, and its plot was an intricate set of assumptions that aroused curiosity-and had a few too many loose ends and random coincidences to take very seriously. SPOILERS COMING. The triple agent status of Indy's best friend could be called since the opening scene, his character was weak, underdeveloped and given an unfortuante side swipe. The Plot really revolved around Mary-and his reconciliation with his son.
Mary was a happy surprise in film score, of course her name didn't arouse any familiarity. Yet when she showed up in the film I had to smile. It was nostalgic and kinda beautiful seeing the couple aged 30 years, going at it again. They had chemistry and there was silliness, but i think Mary betrayed her adoration for Indy too much too soon. On to Indy's son
His character was kinda sweet, but a little played out. Acting seemed a little forced. He brought a lot of humor to the film, and some good old 50's feelin. Across the board there was some good one liners, but also a lot of long plot progression scenes that I think I would tire of during a second viewing.
Anyways, enough with that. I'm thirty and damn near dehydrated. Its so hot in Atlanta that the radio predicted for the week...literally...and i quote....'HOT HOT HOT' ...thats for tuesday, wednesday, and thursday of this week. and today is hump day. For some of you idiots. For me, it happens to be a day off. Its hot and i swathe some lose hanging cloth from neck to knee, don some flat foot black leather knee high boots (don't ever doubt me masochistic)...and entered the world of sweltering sweat staining your back folds with dark wetness. A car so nasty sticky humid the beads just pop out along the wrinkles of your forehead. And do you know that if you don't have wrinkles on your forehead, the actual forehead itself will droop visibly a centimeter or more sometimes from the drenching of millions of tiny pores who being concave can never grip life preservers? I went to a "work function" which for me sounds glamorous, but really isn't.
I sat at tables with my "team" and we were educated and quizzed on the consistency, production and presentation of our product. Whole thing was turned into a fun quiz show like thing, we were fed fall-off-the-bone ribs, veggie burgers, smoked salmon, veggie dips-of the cheesiest variety, leaves, bread-oh and my team won and we got a bottle of champagne on the house and we and a few of the gals went to the patio and drank it. And ordered more, not on the house. and drank them slowly as the hump day long dog day hot ass afternoon faded behind the strip mall and sky rise apartment building that looms on the western horizon of our glass workplace. The mosquitoes didn't bother us much, with is excellent because they've been fucking vicious lately. They eat irish girls like we're some kinda mosquito delicacy. Anyways the afternoon was pleasant as can be, even if i did spend it at work.
I've been yearning to come back to the keyboard. I just posted the latest vid on da toob. I'll try to figure out how to post it so you can see it...
did that work?
anyways. Peas. Is anyone here from the tube?
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