January
9th, 2006
Graham is
always recommending movies to me. And most of the time they're
good. There's also many times where our taste in movies
diverge... drastically. I sat through 25 excruciating minutes
of Citizen
Kane. What a shitfest! Hated it. Graham berated me for that.
You see, Graham's a big movie snob. He just can't enjoy
something for what it is. A crap movie can still be a good crap
movie.
Take “The
Island” for instance. Graham and I saw it together.
Sure there were plot holes you could drive a truck through,
and more product placement than all the reality shows combined,
and some questionable dialogue, and several continuity mistakes
– but, Scarlett Johansson is really hot, so I cut
it some slack. It was a fun premise and I enjoyed it for what
it was; a good bad movie.
We seem
to talk a lot about movies in this industry. Almost every Monday
it's: “I went to see the new Penguin lust documentary
on Saturday. Have you seen it? No? Oh my GOD YOU HAVE TO SEE
IT! It's brilliant!” I don't watch boring movies
about the mating habits of penguins, or poignant dramas about...
well anything. And don't give me attitude about my preference
in movies either. (Yes, I know the term hypocrite, thank-you).
Also, I hate fancy cake. What ever happened to the plain old
grocery store cake? And restaurants! Why the fuck would I want
to go spend $200 on a meal just because of it's status.
Screw that. Give me a Goddamn burger
and fries. Mmmmm. Now I'm getting hungry.
Don't
let me write blogs anymore, Graham.
-
Jamie
This is
what I get for not having the blog finished by 10 a.m. the day
before. Way to stay on topic, man. “I hate movies that
make me think… oooh, cake!” And shame on you for
referencing Johansson without providing a link to her in something
low-cut.
He's
right, though; burgers and simple cakes are best. But our tastes
in movies don't so much diverge as have restraining orders
against each other. Which is not to say I don't value his
opinion. On the contrary, if Jamie raves about a film,
I've just saved fifteen bucks and two hours of my life.
As to the
comic, it does strike me as odd that rape, the most horrific
violation one human can inflict on another, should turn out
to be such a hallmark of quality cinematic entertainment. It
also occurs to me that we can probably scratch Catherine
MacKinnon off the mailing list.
More rape-themed
movies I've enjoyed:
(Not Deliverance.
I don't think anyone actually enjoys watching Deliverance.
Certainly not Ned Beatty, who has to know that when he dies
the In Memoriam scene they'll play at the Oscars
will be of him squealing like a pig.)
-Graham
P.S. The
idea for this week's strip came out of a conversation with
Gerrit, our friend and fellow cinephile. He's such a nice
guy that you could borrow his Oldboy
DVD and not give it back for four months and he wouldn't
hold a grudge. I hope.
