So, right now, I’m watching The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson. During his monologue, he made a joke about combining Rocky VI with a newJaws sequel. I made the same joke into a Photoshop image three years ago. Not that I’m accusing him of cribbing or anything. I doubt I’m the first one to make such a joke. Regardless, it was a funny coincidence.
Over the weekend, I saw Akeelah and the Bee. While it fell into a few too many of the tired old plot devices of uplifting films, it was overall very well executed. Keke Palmer is a fantastic actress. She carried the film as deftly as any accomplished actor. I’d recommend checking it out. Not that I saw it, but I sincerely doubt Mission: Impossible III could possibly have been better.
There was a terrible omission in my post about the most anticipated films this year. Naturally, I’m referring to Snakes On a Plane. Initially, I found the craze amusing. Then New Line ordered reshoots so Samuel L. Jackson could say things like “motherfucking snakes” and “motherfucking plane.” Now I actually want to see the damn thing.
I’ve rediscovered The Beatles. “Abbey Road” is a brilliant album. When I was a junior in high school, almost all I listened to was this compilation of early Beatles tracks. The next year, all I listened to was Frank Sinatra, with a little Dean Martin and Nat King Cole thrown into the mix. I had sworn off rock. A couple years later, Elliott Smith and the Velvet Underground would pull me out of that misguided conviction.
I’d better end this thing. Else who knows when it will stop?