my life sucks

Well folks I hate to break it to you, but this blog has no fancy title that is secretly refering to some hidden meaning of something that was once better, but the title speaks for what my life is...currently. I suggest you just not read this one.

I wake up and go to work. I work a twelve hour day. I come home and sleep.

Man how can so many people do this? They get into a rhythm of this crap. Well I refuse. I swear to you. This time next week I will have good news to bring to the masses. I dont know what the news will be, but I will bring it, and it will be a change that will domino into something bigger. Im not promising a huge change right now, but I am promising change. This is a change you can believe in. Hmmm. That has a jingle to it.

So right now my life is slowly unraveling, well there was a big unravel tonight. After a super shitty week and some serious hours that I thought I would never be doing, after that situation where you put work before your loved ones...you know. You always see the situation in the movies...the dad who is working so hard so that he can get ahead and provide a better life for his family, but in the process he misses his kids tee ball games and ends up screwing everything up. Well I did that with my relationship. Then I blew up. (little L Im sorry)

Im just realizing that as I was getting this whole big ball rolling, I decided that I was going to work smart, but somehow I got lost. Im just working so freaking hard now. Too hard.

Im sorry about this crappy rant, but you dont have to read it.

Roman Holiday

I know that many of you are excited about the title thinking, "Is he really going to blog about a movie that is good?" But let me tell you first hand...no. Im writing because I started working on a kiosk. It has only been two days and it is very discouraging. I have no spare time, hence the "holiday in the title" and I have to just keep reminding myself, as cliche as this is going to sound, but "Rome was not built in a day". So with those two little self help reminders I just might make it folks.

2 days = 2 sales

At this rate we will be hundredaires by months end.

The CDC is in the house

Let me set this up for you...Its a rather upscale party, like the fundraiser that Bruce throws for Harvey. Classy people having a classy time when suddenly someone interrupts with a crash. Guns pop and really grab attention. The earsplitting bangs echo throughout the expansive corridors, and immediately set the guests on edge. A man...a man who lets his visage, demeanor, and eerie smirk precede his witty, wicked tongue. A man who resents his unpopular reputation with the people, or resents the people for their objectionable opinions. This is me.

Quarantine was awesome. I am a zombie movie fan. Im like a kid in a candy store when Im watching zombies dance across the screen; whether they be slow and rythmic or speedy and sporadic, I just love them. The critics were all mingling at some cavalier party, naysaying this film, and I'm busting down the doors with my rat-a-tat-tat.

This movie is a remake of a mexican film Rec, I assume named after the "RECord button", but was perfectly initiated. The Dowdle's were flawless. They did The Poughkeepsie Tapes. A film that is also dedicated to mutilation and horror, but on the slighty more psychotic side. The camera work for Quarantine was still raw, but they kept it somewhat professional as to not cause any migraines and/or people from spilling their lunch. The sad thing is that this movie will be torn apart by the critics, and hashed out as unoriginal rubbish. I completely disagree. Its brilliant. Its admirable just for the fact that years after The 28's, BWP, The Ring, and Descent they could create a horrifying scene. Complete carnage is brought before the audience, and its beautifully portrayed in only half light and half the frame. Some of you may feel the back of someones head is not that frightening, but who didnt want to see what was behind her? Who didnt want to see what was in the attic? Who felt comfort in seeing her step into reporter mode?

I jumped. I did. I sat in awe as the camera slammed into faces, slid on the floor, and built an insane amount of tension with just a flicker. I was so anxious that when the camera turned off, I felt my heart skip, and when it captured the impossible, it jumped. This is a movie that reminds me of those good modern horror movies. It has gore. It has carnage. It has derangement. And at the same time it allows the imagination to fill in the blanks, like when the elevator closes. Imagination is thrilling and powerful and frightening.

So this film is like the party and it is not fun, but scary. And I have to disagree with this party so I appear as some stranger, a menace, terrorizing lives. Oh the horror. The terrifying, unabashed destruction of everything. Isnt it wonderful.

No new music

Last night I went to see Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist and now I realize that its not about this gargantuan playlist that can only be encompassed by linking two maximum capacity iPods together, but instead the playlist with the apellative-"infinite". After the realization of this singular fact you can pretty much guess that all the other assumptions that you have made based off of the sharp and jocular trailer can be somehow twisted into a mere alternate that seems less passionate...a sort of "Nikee" if you will. It looks like a "Nike", but there is just something that is not there. 

The film stars Michael Cera (George-Michael Bluth is his real name as far as many are concerned) and Kat Denning (40 Year Old Virgin) as a pair of independent music connoisseurs, both coming from events that have involuntarily introduced a certain blazing agony and bitter realization of the woes and pressures of being an anxious sex-driven teenager. They do the best job that their skills can do for the movie. Follow me now. Kat and Cera are great actors, but they dont convince me here. The former does better than the latter in my opinion, but they try to stay in their "classic" roles. The actual characters in the story that they are playing seem so much different than the ones that come across the silver screen. They are typecasting themselves, by refusing to diversify.

I will not lie and say the music was bad, but I think the name of the film creates quite a buzz and expectation that almost definitely cannot be met. Anyone who loves to discover new music or prides themselves as independent music connoisseurs will be disheartened at the absolute lack of dialogue addressing the trials, failures, and diamonds of combing over thousands of Myspace pages, Rolling Stone's, local weekly's, Spin's, Blender's, and any other secret hidden spots you search, and the abuse of a witty title: Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist. 

Peter Sollett (Raising Victor Vargas) has no idea what he is doing as the director. He had actors that are amazingly witty, to be passionless robots with one retarded thing fueling their fire. The chemistry between Kat and Cera was about as complimentary as dominoes in Connect Four. There was nothing that jumped out to me saying, "Hey!! Im the part of the movie that is badass". It was mostly gruel, no not even gruel, but Krusty Brand Imitation Gruel.

The writing was adapted for teens on the screen and was poorly done so. The book is much more derogatory and raunchy to my understanding, and that was definitely left out of the film. The characters in the book (now I have never read the book, but this is just my understanding) are not shy. They are not quiet, but its like the characters were changed in the story to get the rating, and to get the actors. In fact it was Cera's character that approaches Kat's character in the book after he spots Tris. 

What can we expect after so much of the crap that has been slung on the screen this year. I think its the reason the economy is crashing.

Its too late to apologize

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