Oh. Here it is. I was wondering where the hell the journal update field was...
Sometimes I amaze myself with my density. Or is it my Denseness? My high degree of dense-itude? Hmmm...
It occurs to me that I could potentially try to update this jounal page, as well as my diaryland one, and easily manage to completely fail to make any regular entries, therefore, in theory, doubling my gross un-productivity. Excellent!
In other news, I saw '28 Days Later' last night, (POTENTIAL SPOILERS- BEWARE)
and the most amusing thing by far was watching my rather large friend Rodney leap upwards and backwards and every-which-waywards in his remarkably loud orange and black floral print Hawaiian shirt every time something scary happened. Poor Alex had to sit next to him and I doubt Alex's thighs will ever be the same.
Overall, the movie wasn't bad for a zombie flick, which have never really been my bag in general. Somehow people with gouts of blood spraying out of their mouths and a generally twitchy and spastic style of locomotion don't really do it for me.
Then just for good measure, throw in some rather nasty scenes of man (and yes, by this mean MEN, males, dudes.) at their very basest, most despicably primal, (Why oh why did they have to put on pretty dresses?) and what you've got is a pretty groty view of the world in general after a Big Ol' 'outbreak-monkey-pox-SARS-in-your-cars-West-Nile-North-Versailles-South-o' Surrey-EastSt.-Louis-Toodleoo' kind of Zombie action barrage.
*pauses for breath, looks confusedly about, wondering where in the world a sentence like that might have come from*
It was actually fairly entertaining, despite the icky hinting-at-rape bits, whcih I really didn't like at all. But then again, it was a horror flick, so I guess I shouldn't go in excpecting happy flowers and crayons. The action and camera work was spastic and sometimes disconcerting and hard to follow, but I suppose that was on purpose. Quite often I wondered if the camera man had been bitten by some one with the RAGE virus.
Overall an entertaining take on the whole zombie-post-apocalyptic (sort of) world, disturbingly bleak at times(which was good) and awkwardly heartwarming at other times (which was not so good). Not my favorite of Danny Boyle films, (Which is Shallow Grave, no doubt. LOVE that attic bit with the hammer and the dust and the shafts of light) but still a nice tense romp through merry-old-gouts-of-blood-exploding-bodies-nasty-crunching-noises-let's-have-a-happy-ending-cup-o-tea England. Or something like that.
Overall, I give it three trump, two off-suit, in a five card hand. No right bower, but maybe a left and an Ace.
I just made that rating system up, and I kinda like it.
Sometimes I amaze myself with my density. Or is it my Denseness? My high degree of dense-itude? Hmmm...
It occurs to me that I could potentially try to update this jounal page, as well as my diaryland one, and easily manage to completely fail to make any regular entries, therefore, in theory, doubling my gross un-productivity. Excellent!
In other news, I saw '28 Days Later' last night, (POTENTIAL SPOILERS- BEWARE)
and the most amusing thing by far was watching my rather large friend Rodney leap upwards and backwards and every-which-waywards in his remarkably loud orange and black floral print Hawaiian shirt every time something scary happened. Poor Alex had to sit next to him and I doubt Alex's thighs will ever be the same.
Overall, the movie wasn't bad for a zombie flick, which have never really been my bag in general. Somehow people with gouts of blood spraying out of their mouths and a generally twitchy and spastic style of locomotion don't really do it for me.
Then just for good measure, throw in some rather nasty scenes of man (and yes, by this mean MEN, males, dudes.) at their very basest, most despicably primal, (Why oh why did they have to put on pretty dresses?) and what you've got is a pretty groty view of the world in general after a Big Ol' 'outbreak-monkey-pox-SARS-in-your-cars-West-Nile-North-Versailles-South-o' Surrey-EastSt.-Louis-Toodleoo' kind of Zombie action barrage.
*pauses for breath, looks confusedly about, wondering where in the world a sentence like that might have come from*
It was actually fairly entertaining, despite the icky hinting-at-rape bits, whcih I really didn't like at all. But then again, it was a horror flick, so I guess I shouldn't go in excpecting happy flowers and crayons. The action and camera work was spastic and sometimes disconcerting and hard to follow, but I suppose that was on purpose. Quite often I wondered if the camera man had been bitten by some one with the RAGE virus.
Overall an entertaining take on the whole zombie-post-apocalyptic (sort of) world, disturbingly bleak at times(which was good) and awkwardly heartwarming at other times (which was not so good). Not my favorite of Danny Boyle films, (Which is Shallow Grave, no doubt. LOVE that attic bit with the hammer and the dust and the shafts of light) but still a nice tense romp through merry-old-gouts-of-blood-exploding-bodies-nasty-crunching-noises-let's-have-a-happy-ending-cup-o-tea England. Or something like that.
Overall, I give it three trump, two off-suit, in a five card hand. No right bower, but maybe a left and an Ace.
I just made that rating system up, and I kinda like it.