Movies are my hot hot blog

From all the drugs the one I like more is movies
From all the junks the one I need more is movies
From all the jobs the one I choose is movies
From all the ladies the one I kiss is movies

Lyrics reworked from "Music is my hot hot sex" by CSS.

I havent really been up to posting. Thats why there are two bs posts during the Christmas season. I didnt really have anything to post. I didnt want to come off as materializtic by naming all the great gifts I got, or telling some story about what happened during the break. Im supposed to blog about that kind of pointless stuff that randomly comes to mind, I mean, considering my inconsistency with the content of previous posts I should be blogging about everything that could happen, but I find that 'from all the things the one I wanna blog is movies'.

I didnt even see a ton of movies during the break, at least not new movies. The breakdown:

Charlie Wilson's War
Juno
Resident Evil: Extinction
Across the Universe
I am Legend (x2)
Enchanted
Hatchet
Severance

Those are the only movies I have seen since roughly the 22nd.

Oh man I have a problem. I dont think that I have wasted my time or money on movies, and I didnt see as many movies as I wanted to see. I was hoping I could catch up this holiday season.

Okay so you are probably wondering what I thought about all these movies, but I am not prepared to talk about that, mostly because I am about to get ready to go out; it being New Years Eve and all, but feel free to comment on your feelings.

Oh and I was hoping to go see The Kite Runner, but the source I have that is reading the book has not finished to tell me how it is. The book is probably better, but thats why I go to movies...I dont want the book to ruin the movie.

Stay tuned

I have invited some people to blog on croonies.com, namely Dr.J and Samuryan. I might regret this action so they might only blog once before I remove them as co-authors. This is just a trial. I know there will be some jealousy among my regular readers, but this is just to provide some different view points.

Please dont be upset if you have not been invited to blog...who knows, I might call upon others to be co-authors as well, like a cyclical experiment where the subjects are constantly rotated out of operation. Like a game of volleyball when there are 7 players, one person must rotate out.

So stay tuned.

Christmas

Today is Christmas. I am actually writing this before Christmas morning because I cant sleep as usual. I suppose nobody in my family will be reading this in the morning before we can get to the actual present opening so I will divulge my presents to them online. Samuryan got just what he wanted. H-1 got shopping and cremes. Baby K got tons of stuff from me. She is just too freakin cute. Jackieshan got the only thing that he listed. C&K got video games. Dr. J got a movie and socks, although I havent purchased the socks yet. He was too unspecific, and he already has everything. Dr. J's L got an American Apparel sweatshirt. Its nice. M got boots. J-town got socks and a RVCA tee. DadKBad got a hip outfit. DoubleD got a shirt that says, "I cant Im Mormon." and last but not least, Ma got a special written poem, and we all chipped in to get her a keychain that you can store digital pics on so she can see our beautiful faces wherever she may be.

This is gonna be great because all the family is here. Most of the gifts are small because its not about the greenbacks..."Can you feel the love tonight? The peace the evening brings. The world for once, in perfect harmony with all its living things. Hum-a-hum-a-hum-away."

Sunday in Church some girl was telling us what Christmas meant to her. It was actually quite good, but it was a little unorthodox. She said that Christ was a greek word meaning anointed one, but then she added some latin twist and said that mas means "more" in Spanish. She concluded rather abruptly that Christmas time is the time that we get more of Christ, the anointed one, in our lives. Its absolutely true, but I just thought it was quite intriguing that she used two parts of one word, divided them into separate languages and came round again to a complete thought for the one word.

I love Christmas

Chuck vs Malley

Picture yourself in a boat on a river, with tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, a girl with kaleidoscope eyes...or...What was regarded as a key brownfields tax incentive in the Internal Revenue Code expires on December 31, 2007. Originally enacted in the Taxpayer Relief Act of 1997 (P.L. 105-34), the provision allows a taxpayer to fully deduct the costs of environmental cleanup in the year...

I use these two as examples in the contrasting styles of strong political themed films that I have watched in the recent months. Chuck comes from the name of the main character, played by Tom Hanks, in a film written by Aaron Sorkin (West Wing, Studio 60, American President, Sports Night) simply called Charlie Wilson's War. Malley comes from Robert Redford's character, a college professor who manipulates his students, in Lions for Lambs by...by...a no name: Matthew Michael Carnahan (The Kingdom. That's it).

Both the writers are strong liberals, and obviously see there is something terribly wrong with the nation; I mean the political aspect...well mainly its just Bush and the war that they oppose, but one is good at disguising his anger and bias into an entertaining thought that makes money and makes the audience laugh, while the other makes you wonder how the producer still has a job, or how they are gonna clean the movieplex after that heaping pile of steamy terd was smeared all over the screen. Lions is quite possibly one of the worst movies I have seen in a decade. The Marine with John Cena was a better movie. D-War was better! I dont have a problem with political movies, but I do have a problem with an inability to bury a theme under layers of great dialogue, masterfully sculpted characters, rising action, sub-plot scandals, or even sex scenes. Silver City, written by John Sayles (Spiderwick Chronicles, Eight Men Out, Jurassic Park IV), was an obvious political film, but he had the courtesy to the audience to bury the theme.

I will admit that I hate Redford, except in Spy Game, because he knows what he is. He is an icon. A Hollywood icon; unfortunately too, because he is a poor decision maker, a decent actor, but an egregious self promoter. He just seems so pretentious sitting in his little chair behind a microphone with his little bottle of water, and talking about how HE wanted to do this, HE organized this, HE wants to be that. All he has is Sundance. Sundance is literally keeping him afloat because nobody could have as many bad movies as he does, producing, directing, and acting, and still have such a dominant role in Hollywood. Nobody. And it is really him that is behind this slaughter of the art of screenwriting and a blatant mutilation of the silver screen called Lions for Lambs.

I never watched an episode of West Wing, but it got rave reviews. I will admit that I did like Studio 60, but it was mostly because of Amanda Peet; also never saw an episode of Sports Night, high critic's marks as well, but he is just talented. Charlie Wilson's War is a perfect example of great writing. The characters are great, held up by great acting; humor laced with drama intertwined with passion is a perfect recipe for meaningless sub-plots, and there is no real point in the movie where I feel I am being persuaded that one opinion is more right than the other...well there are some things, but he has fun with those moments, like he is laughing with the audience, not reprimanding them.

Im glad this movie was good, just so Redford could see that he is slapping together garbage. Go to the county dump and you will see the exact same thing: putrid trash that sickens people to the point of nausea.

Observations in Utah

I hate Utah!

A brief once over of my reasons...first and foremost it is the institution. They rape the able minded youth of America to gain a buck. I wouldnt doubt it if they are in cahoots with the media to fuel this crazy obsession for school. My personal opinion is that school is overrated. I had to sell one of my kidneys on the black market to pay for my last semester at school. "Out of State" bull malarkey. Thats the Universities' way of raping the adventurous spirit. Check it out. If you go to school you have heard this pitch, "Wanna have the best time of your life? Do a semester studying abroad." Ya and pay an extra $3500 on top of what ridiculous tuition I am already paying? Unfortunately that institution for me is located in Utah. Blow.

Deux. The people. They are weird and they are fooling themselves. They dont even seem normal upon appearance, which is how they can tell if you are an outsider, you look normal or maybe they just have a developed sense of smell like animals. This city is so absolved in itself. It tries to make a niche of its own, and in unsuccessfully doing so they have taken counter-culture to a new level...the mainstream. There is a strong division among the mormons and gentiles. The mormons are nerds and the nons are "uber cool artists". Both groups would love to be nonjudgmental of the other, because the Mormons believe in not judging, but they do; and the nons are trying to be so different that they have to judge to gauge. They cant just get along. Why is it such a big freaking deal? (I would love to mention some names here, but I shant) Blow.

Freeky 3. Everything else. the food. the weather. the movies. the smell. the location. the day of the week. the cars. the obsession. the lies. the politics. the dogs. the cats. the birds. the clubs. the bars. the beer. the attitudes. Face!

I must say that the occasional night boarding sesheroni is fun, but they dont have the best snow on Earth. How freakin pretentious is that. Most rednecks (another word for someone from Utah) have never even ventured outside of Utah let alone the 48 so how the freak would they know? Ooh Im getting so mad!

Obviously not everyone is like this, but I would say 98%. Burn.

older women

I stay up late and read or write or watch a movie or TV almost every night. Last night I watched Severance and went to bed at 4am, but this isnt about that movie, this is about older women. Two in particular.

I stayed up late two nights ago as well and NBC was broadcasting the "Martha Stewart Show", not just one episode, but it was like they were cleaning out the closet; unloading all of these episodes, until about 3 in the morning. I came in at about 1am so I only caught two hours of it. Why am I admitting this? Because Martha is freakin hot. She isnt really physically hot anymore, but she was...oh yes she was a successful model. A smokin hot broad with brains to match, super funny, financially savvy (it was just unlucky she got caught), and that also shows she has this dark side that likes to come out and play. Naughty. So I guess I love Martha's personality and the idea of her when she was younger. Her mannerism, the way she carries herself. She is witty and humorous. She is graceful and careless at the same time. Stunning. Just stunning.

The other older woman is Julia Roberts. Say what you will about her mouth, but when she smiles I just melt. And her skin looks so soft and smooth; a shiny golden glow. It invites a warm delicate touch, sweet subtle kisses, and a strong enduring embrace. Her lips as soft as rose petals on a warm summer afternoon. Her midnight crimson hair shines with strength and emanates life like the warmth of the sun.

Now Ive gone on to long. But you get the picture.

peter fonda

Peter Fonda was a badass. Past tense. He is the father of Bridget (smokin hot) Fonda and son to Henry Fonda. He has a reputation to protect. Peter was one of the quintessential tough guys of the 1960's. He took on untraditional roles as a type of rebel without a cause. It was a noncomformist approach to becoming a Hollywood leading actor. He had long hair. Tripped acid with the Beatles. Friend of the Byrds. Inducted into the AMA motorcycle hall of fame. Smoked weed on camera in Easy Rider. Classic counter-culture icon for the emerging generation.

A look at these acts and it seems he is the real deal. He acted like he lived and was proud of being the eye sore. He did it well. But just recently Peter Fonda has disgraced himself, and his reputation as a rebel. I dont know how many of you stay up late reading or writing, and maybe you just stay up late to watch a movie or a little TV, but Peter has checked his badassness at the door. I dont know why he would be so desperately looking for work because he is still acting. He was in 3:10 to Yuma, Wild Hogs, and Ghost Rider. He has at least one project that he is currently working on, true its not a huge blockbuster, but I think he does that by choice.

Peter Fonda is following a disgusting Hollywood trend as actors slut themselves out to the TV entertainment industry. Now I understand that everyone has humble beginnings as second rate TV actors, but this whole thing of having a TV show is inexcusable. Are there really not enough movies to go around. I thought we were in an age of Independent film as KING. Sundance is drawing big names and A-list parties...its happening so much that the Sundance Institute has to make freakin little buttons that say, "Focus on Film".

Okay so back around to Peter...He is the new Time Life infomercial guy along with some older broad. Its the Time Life Flower Power collection featuring songs from the generation of love. And to me that doesnt really give the impression of cool. He has this lame smile the whole time with gay hippie clothes on...you know the stereotypical tie-dyed outfit of the "lovers", but Fonda wasnt a lover, he was a heartbreaker. He wore leather and stained wife beaters. He is a robot standing in front of the camera while him and this lady just regurgitate crap that Time Life puts on a cue card. Come on Peter Fonda. I believe in the rebel. I believe.

finals

I just got done with my last final and I can already feel that desire to just not do anything and watch like six movies for the rest of the day and into the night. I would be completely free of stress if it werent for H, but that merits a whole month of attention. Anyways that is why I havent posted for a couple days, nor even glanced at my page, but now that I have I can see there is a little action going on with my last post. Samuryan is living vicariously through my blog because he doesnt even want to turn that corner into nerdom, but at the same time posts ridiculously long comments about Mel Gibson?...stating at the end that he truly knows how to blog. Apparently there are rules to blogging that I didn't know about and Nerduryan, in his supreme knowledge of Mel and blogging was aggressively letting me know that.

I appreciate the heads up. When I created the blog I failed to read the terms of use. Everybody always just skips over them anyways and clicks the "accept" button. So let this be a lesson to all who read this, dont skip over the terms of use or YOU WILL DIE!

Catholic Love

Saw The Golden Compass. It was a fun movie. There was a lot of controversy because the writer is Philip Pullman, and he is very atheist. Actually the movie was another stone thrown at the Catholic church. What's going on? Catholics are like the new Jews*. (Good thing no one reads this)

*Disclaimer-I do not hate Jews or promote or agree with the verbal abuse the Jews receive, but I am simply stating that the Jews were not always the most well liked people.

The final countdown

I am nearing the end of the six month plan and I am not where I wanted to be, but I am ten times better than I was 5.25 months ago. The original six month plan started on June 28th.

I went to a fashion show...now wait a second, I know the designer and I got in free, but among the seven or eight depressingly normal female models were two men. Its strange how the girls were not hot or sexy or unique in any way shape or form, besides the fact they were skinny. Only one was hot in her little outfit, but once I got up close I could see that she had not yet been introduced to "Proactive Acne Skin Care". The dudes were not what I would consider as an attractive male, but they had chiseled bodies.

I thought, "I could be one of those dudes, strutting around with their shirts off. I just need to get into shape." Dont pre-judge me. Not that I want to be a male model...well alright, I do. So I started a diet and very moderate exercise program to lose weight, tone up, and just become smashingly more fit. I figured that the six months would not be too stressful on my body, and it would develop a habit of healthy eating hopefully for many years to come.

I have proof that I have been doing good. At the end of June was a family reunion. I was fat. I had just formulated the plan and was starting right after the reunion. In August I had lost 8 pounds. On October 13th I went to visit J and L in Florida. They both said I was looking a lot skinnier. This morning I woke up and stood in front of the mirror and felt I am very close to what I was two years ago (probably the best shape I have been in).

Of course I have had some set backs. Vacations dont help at all, and I took four little weekend trips during the six months. And my diet is not super strict. There is one day a week that I can kinda splurge. And I havent been working out as much as I had originally anticipated. But you have to remember I am doing this while in school full time, work PT, and as winter approaches (the winter fluff weight). Im not runway ready, but give me a gym membership and two more months. Smashing!

samuryan

Now that the blog is starting to reach more people, and by more people I mean that there are roughly three people who read it once in a bleu moon, I have been advised that I might have to change the tone of the blog. This recent development came late on December 4th of 2007. I was not the one who addressed the topic of topic change, but I was merely a bystander as the "higher-ups" had caught wind of a rebel commentator. One known as "samuryan". They strongly urged me to not make a post of this as this might only incite him along with more fervor and critical angst than before, but I stand to call you out SAMURYAN. Like in the old kung-fu movies: The Seven Samurai (Shichinin no Samurai), The Master of the Flying Guillotine (Du bi quan wang da po xue di zi), or Three Ninjas (3ninjas).

Vanity

I saw "No Country For Old Men" again tonight and this time I had some time to analyze everything a little better because I wasnt so tense; however, I cant say that for H. But there was a line that was really great that I happened to catch.

"You cant stop whats comin'. It aint all waitin' on you. Thats vanity."

I like this line because I think we all like to think that things are kinda waiting on us. Waiting on us to show up. Waiting on us to step forward. Waiting on us to pay. I like to think it is waiting on me, but who knows...I could be dead by the time I fi

everyday

I have a really good friend who has a blog. He has asked me to do a guest blog once a month on a movie review. His blog is interesting. It really encompasses anything and everything. You can read his stuff at thecacheblog.com. The skyline is that of Baltimore MD, his hometown, and it has a really professional look. I like it and I'm pretty excited to post.

But this post is about the fact that he makes a post everyday. He finds some quote or some information tidbit and he will expound on it, and I know there are other guest bloggers who remain unnamed, but it consistent and new all the time. My blog is sparse and sporadic at best. So he has inspired me to post something everyday that is somewhat interesting and has to do with croonies. I have to stay consistent with my material because its croonies.com; whereas he can write about anything because a cache is like a hiding place in the ground for stuff like food, ammunition, or treasures. His is a treasure trove of information - mine is a definition of a croonie.

A week and a day

I havent been to one of my classes in a month. I havent written for about 6 months. I havent read in two weeks. I havent paid in 3 months. I havent played in 10 days. I havent driven for 3 hours. I havent refilled in 5 days. I havent seen a good movie in a week. I havent been kissed in roughly 20 days. I havent done homework for 14 days. I havent showered for a day. I havent cleaned in half a month. I havent eaten since 10 minutes ago. I havent been to the mountain for 7 months. I havent been to the beach for 51 days. I havent posted for a week and a day.