Went to Tanglewood Carmike today and saw The Ring 2. It was good and bad. First of all, I think it's a bad sign when I can think of a snide, MST3K remark or a Simpsons quote to yell in accompaniment with just about every scene in a movie. There's a part near the beginning where Naomi Watts burns the videotape (that doesn't give anything at all away) in a barrel under a bridge, and I could just hear Crow saying, "Hobos from miles around are going to come flocking." Second, and this stems a bit from the first movie, but Rachel has to be the STUPIDEST horror movie heroine EVER! I won't tell what she does, but for crissake, anyone who has been through what she has and then notices the same things happening again has to realize that there are certain things you should and shouldn't do. Ohhhh, shudder!
Anyway, for the good, there's really only one thing, aside from the obvious fact that Naomi Watts is Naomi Watts and I love her. This movie didn't really feel like a sequel as much as it did a second chapter, which is a very good thing. It's not like they took a concept and played with it a little more. This really feels like it concludes the story that began in the first movie, and for that I give the makers credit. It wasn't very scary, but it was very well done. In all, it was a good way to blow some money on a Tuesday afternoon and not pick up a VD.
Working the coffeeshop on Saturday one of the guys made a good point about the clientelle. Some dumbass bitch came in and ordered ten sandwiches to go, and shortly thereafter we got rocked with our lunch rush, which means that we had about 40 or 50 sandwich orders in less than an hour. Now at Starkey, and just about every other Mill Mountain, there are only four people working at a time during the day, maybe five, which means that with this huge load only two of us could stay in the kitchen and make sandiwhces, leaving two people out front to handle the line. It was me and the other guy in the kitchen (the other guy happens to be a good friend of mine from my Roanoke College days), and we're working as fast as we can to make sandwiches for these people. You know, though, that with two dozen orders at a time clogging up the assembly line, things are going to slow down. I really have no idea how long we were back there, but I overheard one of the customers complaining to the people at the front about how long it was taking for their food to come out. The person they complained to apologized, and I said under my breath, "Don't apologize, it's not our fault." My friend said, "I find it very discouraging when the same people who teach their children that patience is a virtue are the same people who are the most whiney, impatient people in the world." And that's true about Americans in general, not just the clientelle at Starkey Road. A majority of Americans are Christians, myself included, but I like to think that I'm a bit more patient than these people. It really irritates me, but then I realize that I have so much power working where I do. Let's see if the metaphorical coffeeshop beat stick becomes a reality. We'll see how much they want to complain about having to wait fifteen minutes for food at the height of lunch time.
Anyway, for the good, there's really only one thing, aside from the obvious fact that Naomi Watts is Naomi Watts and I love her. This movie didn't really feel like a sequel as much as it did a second chapter, which is a very good thing. It's not like they took a concept and played with it a little more. This really feels like it concludes the story that began in the first movie, and for that I give the makers credit. It wasn't very scary, but it was very well done. In all, it was a good way to blow some money on a Tuesday afternoon and not pick up a VD.
Working the coffeeshop on Saturday one of the guys made a good point about the clientelle. Some dumbass bitch came in and ordered ten sandwiches to go, and shortly thereafter we got rocked with our lunch rush, which means that we had about 40 or 50 sandwich orders in less than an hour. Now at Starkey, and just about every other Mill Mountain, there are only four people working at a time during the day, maybe five, which means that with this huge load only two of us could stay in the kitchen and make sandiwhces, leaving two people out front to handle the line. It was me and the other guy in the kitchen (the other guy happens to be a good friend of mine from my Roanoke College days), and we're working as fast as we can to make sandwiches for these people. You know, though, that with two dozen orders at a time clogging up the assembly line, things are going to slow down. I really have no idea how long we were back there, but I overheard one of the customers complaining to the people at the front about how long it was taking for their food to come out. The person they complained to apologized, and I said under my breath, "Don't apologize, it's not our fault." My friend said, "I find it very discouraging when the same people who teach their children that patience is a virtue are the same people who are the most whiney, impatient people in the world." And that's true about Americans in general, not just the clientelle at Starkey Road. A majority of Americans are Christians, myself included, but I like to think that I'm a bit more patient than these people. It really irritates me, but then I realize that I have so much power working where I do. Let's see if the metaphorical coffeeshop beat stick becomes a reality. We'll see how much they want to complain about having to wait fifteen minutes for food at the height of lunch time.