Computer death and movie smorgasbord
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grrgoylMy computer died this weekend. Did anyone miss me? I thought not, bastards.
Same apparent symptoms as its predecessor: Reluctant to power on all week, then Friday just flat out refused completely. The good news was it's only 6 months old so still under warranty. The bad news was there was a 2-day waiting period before anyone would even look at it, according to the girl at Micro Center. GodDAMMIT.
Most people, when faced with a bonus two days off from work, are happy. Me, I spent it fuming over the money I wasn't making (and watching movies. Lots of movies. More later). I tried using Tery's computer at the hospital, but was quickly reminded of the primitive torturous experience that is dial-up. No flitting around the intraweb as the whim takes you, no sir. You've got to be totally committed to that page before you type in that address. ARGH.
So Friday and Saturday were essentially wasted (though I did get a 4-hour nap in before work Saturday night. Luxury!) Sunday Tery suggested we go see Knocked Up (more later). I didn't mind, but Sunday might be a crucial day -- it was the day someone would finally be getting to my computer, and as I suspected it was probably a simple 15-minute fix, I expected to be called any moment to come get it. So it was that as the end credits started to roll, for the first time ever I was the annoying person flipping my phone open to check my messages before the lights came up. I didn't like doing it but it had to be done, even if it was for nothing.
Monday. Now I was getting twitchy. I awoke at 6 a.m. from a deep sleep and the first thought in my head was "My computer had better be ready today." Then it was like Harry Potter DVD release day: I lay awake imagining not the joy of being reunited with my baby, but the various furious rants I would subject the person to who told me it hadn't been fixed yet. Oh, I pitied de fool who told me I had to miss 3 days of work without pay (Monday is normally my day off, but I was hoping to pick up a shift if everything went as planned).
Micro Center doesn't roll out of bed until 10 a.m., so I watched some of The Fisher King on AMC. Even one of my top 10 favorites of all time couldn't calm my nerves. FINALLY 10:00 arrived and I called. Do you know what those fuckers told me? They got to it first thing on Friday and tried calling me then. So who to be angry at? Them for not trying again Saturday, and Sunday, or I don't know, leaving a message? Or T-Mobile for not leaving any indication whatsoever on my phone to alert me?
So I got angry at no one. I went to pick it up without so much as a scowl, because this turn of events was so unexpected.
They did tell me the power supply was fried and suggested the culprit was my surge suppressor. Despite being a fancy shmancy $100 strip, it IS over 10 years old at this point so I couldn't really argue. I went directly to the suppressor aisle to buy a new one, where I found all types and sizes ranging from $5-$100. Why would people buy a $100 surge suppressor when it's recommended that you replace them every 1-2 years? Probably for the same reason they buy CPU towers with transparent panels and neon lights running through them. Me, I just want my work access and porn and I'm happy; I couldn't care less what the tool looks like.
Overwhelmed, I jumped at the chance when a salesman offered help. To my shock and amazement, he made a beeline for an unassuming $10 number. I was skeptical, but he was adamant that they were the leader in the industry (APC was the brand) and offered a guarantee to replace any equipment that got damaged while using their product. I would have looked around some more, but he was absolutely 100% sure this plain-looking strip was all I needed. I was just gobsmacked over not being talked into the most expensive item on the shelf. And at $10 a pop, I'll gladly replace it every year.
~*~
Now, smorgasbord of movies. After dropping off my computer and under the assumption I wouldn't see it for 3 whole days, I detoured to Hollywood Video on the way home, with varying results.
Altered: This caught my eye because it proclaimed it was from the director of The Blair Witch Project. I admit it -- I liked BWP. I think it was one of the scariest movies I've ever seen that never showed you anything and downright impressive considering the shoestring budget. I also insist that anyone who didn't find it scary has never been in the woods at night, which can be pretty damn creepy even when you aren't lost.
Altered, sadly, is nothing at all like BWP. The director went and got himself more of a budget, more no-name terrible actors, and made himself a stupid, waste of time alien horror movie.
The plot, near as I can tell, is a bunch of good old boys in some wooded area were abducted by aliens 15 years ago. All survived but the brother of the meanest, redneckiest of them. The movie opens with them hunting an alien and, to their surprise, catching it.
They truss it up with a tarp and chains and bring it to their friend Wyatt's garage. Wyatt hasn't seen any of them since the incident, is desperately trying to get on with his life and forget the incident, and here his buddies show up on his doorstep with a misguided eye towards revenge.
Misguided because we learn eventually (through explanation to Wyatt's girlfriend who somehow knew nothing of the incident 10 years into their relationship) that killing the alien will have the same effect as when a wild animal kills a human: the aliens will "put down" the entire human race, and the implication is they are so powerful there wouldn't be much of a fight. So what was the purpose of capturing the alien? I don't imagine simply torturing it would be looked upon any more kindly by its extraterrestrial brethren.
We'll never know, because the boys, Wyatt and his girlfriend freak out and argue about it for so long that the alien has ample time to escape its Home Depot-bought bonds. Disappointingly during a battle in the bedroom we get to see plenty of the alien, and he's obviously a guy in a silly rubber suit. Director couldn't even take a page from his own playbook and ramp up the suspense like he did in BWP.
The casualties start mounting pretty quickly, one of them quite gruesome: the mean redneck gets bitten and his buddies lock him in the bathroom to await his fate. Wyatt describes the process because he saw the brother go through it: his skin will slough off layer by layer, leaving his body a network of agonizing exposed nerve endings, until he'll beg for death because he won't even be able to hold a gun to his own head. Pretty awful, but if this end is inevitable, what kind of friends leave him in a bathtub instead of just killing him on the spot? And what's the point of even putting a lock on a flimsy plywood bathroom door?
As the body count rises, Wyatt remains untouched. We eventually learn through more boring expositional dialogue that he's different, he's altered; no specifics how. He's immune to the aliens' weapons which is why they want him back to study him. There's lots of running back and forth, with the girlfriend being the only one making remotely sensible suggestions, but long story short they end up back at the garage with the alien. Wyatt engages it in some sort of psionic battle that involves lots of constipated grimacing that I'm sure was very cheap to shoot. Finally the girlfriend breaks it up by shooting the alien, which brings down the wrath of the other aliens. Just as they converge on the garage, Wyatt and girlfriend hunker down in a subcellar panic room where a battery terminal is all wired for electrifying the tin garage walls, setting off a mushroom cloud of alien destruction. Wyatt and girlfriend emerge unscathed and live happily ever after... except for the humming filling the sky indicating an armada of vengeful aliens, which only Wyatt can hear.
People need to stop using the "From the director of _____" line to sell movies. And "Terrifying...Disturbing...Horrifying....Heart-pounding" are a few of the promises made by the back of the slip case -- obviously written by 7-year-olds who have never seen anything more frightening than a Teletubby, because my pulse never once exceeded my normal resting rate. 1 out of 5
The Fair-Haired Child: This was much, much better. It's part of the "Masters of Horror" series, which I've found to be better than commercially big horror movies. This chapter is directed by William "House on Haunted Hill" Malone (he also did Feardotcom, but the less spoken about that the better). (Ironically in light of my above statement in Altered, I specifically chose this because of Malone.)
Tara is a pretty and therefore inexplicably outcast schoolgirl who is kidnapped on her way home from school and transported out of state to the home of a creepy couple (half of which is skeletal and surprisingly disturbing Lori "Tank Girl" Petty), where she's thrown in the basement. There she meets Johnny, a mute boy who can't provide much more insight as to why they're imprisoned. An exploration of the cellar reveals several messages scratched into every available surface, all with the same gist: "Get out before it wakes up" and "Beware the fair-haired child" (considering the repetition of the sentiment, you'd think someone would provide more helpful information. But that of course would spoil the story).
Without giving TOO much away, the couple has made a deal with the devil to bring their son back after a tragic accident. Tara is the last in a series of 12 sacrifices to fulfill their end of the bargain. And that's all I'm going to say, except for the demon is pretty damn terrifying, partly due to makeup effects but mostly due to the way Malone plays with camera speeds to give it jerky, inhuman movements (I've read mixed reviews: some people think the demon is cheesy and corny. Luckily I'm not one to be influenced by what others think). The ending has a little twist; it's no Sixth Sense but still satisfying.
Despite being less than an hour (55 minutes), minute for minute this far surpassed Altered for fright value, IMO. 3.5 out of 5
The Fountain: This is the Hugh Jackman/Rachel Weisz vehicle that looked stunningly beautiful in the trailer, with not much indication of a plot. And that's exactly what it is -- beautiful cinematography, beautiful CG effects, beautiful Hugh, and what seems to be an attempt at a plot that will give you a brain aneurysm if you concentrate too hard.
Hugh is a Spanish conquistador taking on the Mayans; and a monkey neurosurgeon searching for a cure for brain cancer; and a bald monk floating in the cosmos and tending to the Tree of Life. Rachel Weisz is Queen Isabella of Spain; and a neurosurgeon's wife dying of brain cancer; and the Tree of Life. These 3 timelines all intersect so fluidly (though unfortunately, not seamlessly) that you get the idea they are occurring simultaneously. It seems to be about death and rebirth, but if there's a message in there it's hopelessly garbled.
If this summary is frustratingly vague, trust me, it's the best I can do.
Tery tried gamely to get into it, but the movie lost all credibility when one of the neurosurgery team turned out to be Ethan Suplee (Randy, Earl's brother on My Name is Earl). From that point on Tery couldn't stop herself from translating all the characters into Earl favorites, with Earl as Hugh, Crabman as a black surgeon, and Catalina as Queen Isabella. It all went downhill from there.
The music is terrific, the visuals stunning, the story a messy hodge-podge of crack-induced mythologies and philosophies. If ever I could have been saved by the "From the director of _____" advertising, it would have been here: This is the lovechild of Darren "Requiem for a Dream" Aranofsky, a similarly confusing movie that also looks like the result of a wacky tobacky all-nighter. Tery informed me as the ending credits rolled that I was henceforth no longer allowed to pick movies for us (Ryan came over to see it too). 2 out of 5, just because Hugh is so very, very pretty.
Last but not at all least (thanks to Altered), we saw Knocked Up. Do I need a summary of this one? Doughy loser Ben somehow hooks up with supermodel material Alison and they make a baby together. Suffice to say that this review should begin with the phrase "Speaking of the result of a wacky tobacky all-nighter..."
...A wacky tobacky all-nighter and a geek boy's highly improbable wet dream. Nowhere will you find any clues to indicate why Alison is desperate enough to touch Ben with a 10-foot pole. Plenty of footage of Ben's fat naked ass, but Alison's boobies remain covered through two sex scenes and a bathtub scene (bras x2 (no kidding! She doesn't even take her bra off during sex) and strategically placed soap suds. Can you say "no nudity clause"?) Like Ben says to Alison, "you're much prettier than I am" -- yes, she is, and I simply can't stomach looking at Seth Rogen for 2 straight hours.
She becomes more and more pregnant, but her boobs never get any larger. And she waits until 8 months in to inform her employer at the E! Entertainment channel (Alan Tudyk, one of the few bright spots in the film), as if he hasn't noticed her getting bigger until she says something.
Like The 40-year-old Virgin there are lots of humorous little cameos, but humorous little cameos do not an entire movie make. The story progression leading up to the birth is plodding and interminable, and then just like in She's Having a Baby, the kid is born and the end credits almost instantly start to roll. Is it any surprise I couldn't wait to check my phone messages?
I had such high hopes. I read review after review on Fandango proclaiming this to be "the funniest movie in years." People left the theater with "sides aching from laughing so hard." Yeah, it's funny, if you're into stoner humor, fart gags and endless jokes about male sexuality. While I enjoy those things from time to time, I need a little more to get me through 2 hours. Judging from my mostly silent fellow theatergoers, I wasn't alone. It did feel good to tell Tery that I was laughing on the inside, however (her excuse for not laughing at my movies) 1.5 out of 5
Boy oh boy did I miss my computer.
Same apparent symptoms as its predecessor: Reluctant to power on all week, then Friday just flat out refused completely. The good news was it's only 6 months old so still under warranty. The bad news was there was a 2-day waiting period before anyone would even look at it, according to the girl at Micro Center. GodDAMMIT.
Most people, when faced with a bonus two days off from work, are happy. Me, I spent it fuming over the money I wasn't making (and watching movies. Lots of movies. More later). I tried using Tery's computer at the hospital, but was quickly reminded of the primitive torturous experience that is dial-up. No flitting around the intraweb as the whim takes you, no sir. You've got to be totally committed to that page before you type in that address. ARGH.
So Friday and Saturday were essentially wasted (though I did get a 4-hour nap in before work Saturday night. Luxury!) Sunday Tery suggested we go see Knocked Up (more later). I didn't mind, but Sunday might be a crucial day -- it was the day someone would finally be getting to my computer, and as I suspected it was probably a simple 15-minute fix, I expected to be called any moment to come get it. So it was that as the end credits started to roll, for the first time ever I was the annoying person flipping my phone open to check my messages before the lights came up. I didn't like doing it but it had to be done, even if it was for nothing.
Monday. Now I was getting twitchy. I awoke at 6 a.m. from a deep sleep and the first thought in my head was "My computer had better be ready today." Then it was like Harry Potter DVD release day: I lay awake imagining not the joy of being reunited with my baby, but the various furious rants I would subject the person to who told me it hadn't been fixed yet. Oh, I pitied de fool who told me I had to miss 3 days of work without pay (Monday is normally my day off, but I was hoping to pick up a shift if everything went as planned).
Micro Center doesn't roll out of bed until 10 a.m., so I watched some of The Fisher King on AMC. Even one of my top 10 favorites of all time couldn't calm my nerves. FINALLY 10:00 arrived and I called. Do you know what those fuckers told me? They got to it first thing on Friday and tried calling me then. So who to be angry at? Them for not trying again Saturday, and Sunday, or I don't know, leaving a message? Or T-Mobile for not leaving any indication whatsoever on my phone to alert me?
So I got angry at no one. I went to pick it up without so much as a scowl, because this turn of events was so unexpected.
They did tell me the power supply was fried and suggested the culprit was my surge suppressor. Despite being a fancy shmancy $100 strip, it IS over 10 years old at this point so I couldn't really argue. I went directly to the suppressor aisle to buy a new one, where I found all types and sizes ranging from $5-$100. Why would people buy a $100 surge suppressor when it's recommended that you replace them every 1-2 years? Probably for the same reason they buy CPU towers with transparent panels and neon lights running through them. Me, I just want my work access and porn and I'm happy; I couldn't care less what the tool looks like.
Overwhelmed, I jumped at the chance when a salesman offered help. To my shock and amazement, he made a beeline for an unassuming $10 number. I was skeptical, but he was adamant that they were the leader in the industry (APC was the brand) and offered a guarantee to replace any equipment that got damaged while using their product. I would have looked around some more, but he was absolutely 100% sure this plain-looking strip was all I needed. I was just gobsmacked over not being talked into the most expensive item on the shelf. And at $10 a pop, I'll gladly replace it every year.
~*~
Now, smorgasbord of movies. After dropping off my computer and under the assumption I wouldn't see it for 3 whole days, I detoured to Hollywood Video on the way home, with varying results.
Altered: This caught my eye because it proclaimed it was from the director of The Blair Witch Project. I admit it -- I liked BWP. I think it was one of the scariest movies I've ever seen that never showed you anything and downright impressive considering the shoestring budget. I also insist that anyone who didn't find it scary has never been in the woods at night, which can be pretty damn creepy even when you aren't lost.
Altered, sadly, is nothing at all like BWP. The director went and got himself more of a budget, more no-name terrible actors, and made himself a stupid, waste of time alien horror movie.
The plot, near as I can tell, is a bunch of good old boys in some wooded area were abducted by aliens 15 years ago. All survived but the brother of the meanest, redneckiest of them. The movie opens with them hunting an alien and, to their surprise, catching it.
They truss it up with a tarp and chains and bring it to their friend Wyatt's garage. Wyatt hasn't seen any of them since the incident, is desperately trying to get on with his life and forget the incident, and here his buddies show up on his doorstep with a misguided eye towards revenge.
Misguided because we learn eventually (through explanation to Wyatt's girlfriend who somehow knew nothing of the incident 10 years into their relationship) that killing the alien will have the same effect as when a wild animal kills a human: the aliens will "put down" the entire human race, and the implication is they are so powerful there wouldn't be much of a fight. So what was the purpose of capturing the alien? I don't imagine simply torturing it would be looked upon any more kindly by its extraterrestrial brethren.
We'll never know, because the boys, Wyatt and his girlfriend freak out and argue about it for so long that the alien has ample time to escape its Home Depot-bought bonds. Disappointingly during a battle in the bedroom we get to see plenty of the alien, and he's obviously a guy in a silly rubber suit. Director couldn't even take a page from his own playbook and ramp up the suspense like he did in BWP.
The casualties start mounting pretty quickly, one of them quite gruesome: the mean redneck gets bitten and his buddies lock him in the bathroom to await his fate. Wyatt describes the process because he saw the brother go through it: his skin will slough off layer by layer, leaving his body a network of agonizing exposed nerve endings, until he'll beg for death because he won't even be able to hold a gun to his own head. Pretty awful, but if this end is inevitable, what kind of friends leave him in a bathtub instead of just killing him on the spot? And what's the point of even putting a lock on a flimsy plywood bathroom door?
As the body count rises, Wyatt remains untouched. We eventually learn through more boring expositional dialogue that he's different, he's altered; no specifics how. He's immune to the aliens' weapons which is why they want him back to study him. There's lots of running back and forth, with the girlfriend being the only one making remotely sensible suggestions, but long story short they end up back at the garage with the alien. Wyatt engages it in some sort of psionic battle that involves lots of constipated grimacing that I'm sure was very cheap to shoot. Finally the girlfriend breaks it up by shooting the alien, which brings down the wrath of the other aliens. Just as they converge on the garage, Wyatt and girlfriend hunker down in a subcellar panic room where a battery terminal is all wired for electrifying the tin garage walls, setting off a mushroom cloud of alien destruction. Wyatt and girlfriend emerge unscathed and live happily ever after... except for the humming filling the sky indicating an armada of vengeful aliens, which only Wyatt can hear.
People need to stop using the "From the director of _____" line to sell movies. And "Terrifying...Disturbing...Horrifying....Heart-pounding" are a few of the promises made by the back of the slip case -- obviously written by 7-year-olds who have never seen anything more frightening than a Teletubby, because my pulse never once exceeded my normal resting rate. 1 out of 5
The Fair-Haired Child: This was much, much better. It's part of the "Masters of Horror" series, which I've found to be better than commercially big horror movies. This chapter is directed by William "House on Haunted Hill" Malone (he also did Feardotcom, but the less spoken about that the better). (Ironically in light of my above statement in Altered, I specifically chose this because of Malone.)
Tara is a pretty and therefore inexplicably outcast schoolgirl who is kidnapped on her way home from school and transported out of state to the home of a creepy couple (half of which is skeletal and surprisingly disturbing Lori "Tank Girl" Petty), where she's thrown in the basement. There she meets Johnny, a mute boy who can't provide much more insight as to why they're imprisoned. An exploration of the cellar reveals several messages scratched into every available surface, all with the same gist: "Get out before it wakes up" and "Beware the fair-haired child" (considering the repetition of the sentiment, you'd think someone would provide more helpful information. But that of course would spoil the story).
Without giving TOO much away, the couple has made a deal with the devil to bring their son back after a tragic accident. Tara is the last in a series of 12 sacrifices to fulfill their end of the bargain. And that's all I'm going to say, except for the demon is pretty damn terrifying, partly due to makeup effects but mostly due to the way Malone plays with camera speeds to give it jerky, inhuman movements (I've read mixed reviews: some people think the demon is cheesy and corny. Luckily I'm not one to be influenced by what others think). The ending has a little twist; it's no Sixth Sense but still satisfying.
Despite being less than an hour (55 minutes), minute for minute this far surpassed Altered for fright value, IMO. 3.5 out of 5
The Fountain: This is the Hugh Jackman/Rachel Weisz vehicle that looked stunningly beautiful in the trailer, with not much indication of a plot. And that's exactly what it is -- beautiful cinematography, beautiful CG effects, beautiful Hugh, and what seems to be an attempt at a plot that will give you a brain aneurysm if you concentrate too hard.
Hugh is a Spanish conquistador taking on the Mayans; and a monkey neurosurgeon searching for a cure for brain cancer; and a bald monk floating in the cosmos and tending to the Tree of Life. Rachel Weisz is Queen Isabella of Spain; and a neurosurgeon's wife dying of brain cancer; and the Tree of Life. These 3 timelines all intersect so fluidly (though unfortunately, not seamlessly) that you get the idea they are occurring simultaneously. It seems to be about death and rebirth, but if there's a message in there it's hopelessly garbled.
If this summary is frustratingly vague, trust me, it's the best I can do.
Tery tried gamely to get into it, but the movie lost all credibility when one of the neurosurgery team turned out to be Ethan Suplee (Randy, Earl's brother on My Name is Earl). From that point on Tery couldn't stop herself from translating all the characters into Earl favorites, with Earl as Hugh, Crabman as a black surgeon, and Catalina as Queen Isabella. It all went downhill from there.
The music is terrific, the visuals stunning, the story a messy hodge-podge of crack-induced mythologies and philosophies. If ever I could have been saved by the "From the director of _____" advertising, it would have been here: This is the lovechild of Darren "Requiem for a Dream" Aranofsky, a similarly confusing movie that also looks like the result of a wacky tobacky all-nighter. Tery informed me as the ending credits rolled that I was henceforth no longer allowed to pick movies for us (Ryan came over to see it too). 2 out of 5, just because Hugh is so very, very pretty.
Last but not at all least (thanks to Altered), we saw Knocked Up. Do I need a summary of this one? Doughy loser Ben somehow hooks up with supermodel material Alison and they make a baby together. Suffice to say that this review should begin with the phrase "Speaking of the result of a wacky tobacky all-nighter..."
...A wacky tobacky all-nighter and a geek boy's highly improbable wet dream. Nowhere will you find any clues to indicate why Alison is desperate enough to touch Ben with a 10-foot pole. Plenty of footage of Ben's fat naked ass, but Alison's boobies remain covered through two sex scenes and a bathtub scene (bras x2 (no kidding! She doesn't even take her bra off during sex) and strategically placed soap suds. Can you say "no nudity clause"?) Like Ben says to Alison, "you're much prettier than I am" -- yes, she is, and I simply can't stomach looking at Seth Rogen for 2 straight hours.
She becomes more and more pregnant, but her boobs never get any larger. And she waits until 8 months in to inform her employer at the E! Entertainment channel (Alan Tudyk, one of the few bright spots in the film), as if he hasn't noticed her getting bigger until she says something.
Like The 40-year-old Virgin there are lots of humorous little cameos, but humorous little cameos do not an entire movie make. The story progression leading up to the birth is plodding and interminable, and then just like in She's Having a Baby, the kid is born and the end credits almost instantly start to roll. Is it any surprise I couldn't wait to check my phone messages?
I had such high hopes. I read review after review on Fandango proclaiming this to be "the funniest movie in years." People left the theater with "sides aching from laughing so hard." Yeah, it's funny, if you're into stoner humor, fart gags and endless jokes about male sexuality. While I enjoy those things from time to time, I need a little more to get me through 2 hours. Judging from my mostly silent fellow theatergoers, I wasn't alone. It did feel good to tell Tery that I was laughing on the inside, however (her excuse for not laughing at my movies) 1.5 out of 5
Boy oh boy did I miss my computer.
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Date: 2007-06-13 11:03 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-06-15 03:49 am (UTC)Anyway, I'm up for whatever, if you want to do it.
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Date: 2007-06-15 04:08 pm (UTC)Are you thinking of "Superbad"? That looked funny. According to my Entertainment Weekly there are lots of promising movies coming out. I definitely want to do it.
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Date: 2007-06-17 05:03 am (UTC)I have another horrible horror movie for you to avoid. This one I got for free from the library and I'm glad I didn't spend a penny. I don't know that it is worth a penny. . . "Hellbent" [!] I thought a gay themed slasher movie would be a little more satirical but I think the makers actually intended a scary slasher movie. So, slasher, yes. Scary, no. And too many cinematic flaws to even try to mention.
Boo Hiss.
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Date: 2007-06-19 05:39 pm (UTC)Thanks for the warning. I agree it sounds intriguing, too bad it disappointed.
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Date: 2007-06-20 02:04 am (UTC)I completely agree with you on Knocked Up. I was expecting a whole lot more. I enjoyed 40 Year Old Virgin so much more. I saw the movie with my girlfriend and another couple. After the movie, my friend (the guy) takes me aside and tells me that the next movie better have explosions.
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Date: 2007-06-20 02:40 pm (UTC)Yeah, I don't know why I enjoyed "Virgin" so much more. I remember it had its share of crass humor, but I definitely laughed harder and more frequently at it.