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-James

Mr & Mrs Smith

Posted by james on Dec. 13, 2005

(post.rating: 6)
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Long buildup, nothing new. Not much chemistry between Brad and Angelina. Neat slow-mo shooting scene reminiscent of Boondock Saints. Ok for a dollar movie, but not worth watching again.

Car part 2, and Miami

Posted by james on Dec. 7, 2005

<img src="../share/2005-12-06-civic1.jpg" align="right"> My car's been found, stripped to the core. There's really nothing left; no engine, transmission, doors, glovebox, seats, bumpers, fenders. It's just an empty shell. Hopefully insurance wont stiff me and I'll have my money back. It's not the money though, it's the fact that someone out there feels fine stealing from everyone around them and then using that stuff on their own car (or selling to make money). Despicable.

<img src="../share/2005-12-06-civic2.jpg" align="right"> Other than that things are going well. I'm back from Miami, took a one week trip there. It's too fancy; people drive incredibly expensive cars up and down the strip at South Beach, and the night life doesn't start till 11-12pm. Seems like a place where rich people like to go to be seen. Yuck. On the plus side, the area's got a lot of latin-american (cuban) influence, which means lots of spanish of all kinds, and lots of good food. Oh man. Where next? California for Christmas.

Wing Commander

Posted by james on Dec. 6, 2005

(post.rating: 2)
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All the reviews said it was horrible. They were right. Fred Prinze Jr has made my blacklist; no more movies with him, if I can help it (Whoa, Keanu Reeves flashsback... his new prodigy). I'm a sucker for video game take-off movies, but this one stinks bad. It might be salvageable if you were to cut out the horrible Kilrathi puppets, the designed-by-kindergarteners spaceship scenes, and <b>all</b> the dialog, and replace it all with homemade high-school film class footage. You think I'm kidding.