Edgy MD

When I'm typing quickly, I oft embarrassingly find later that I've mistyped a homonym in place of the word I meant to put there, but I really like the more nuanced meaning that comes out with Ceetar's feel/fail booboo above.

Yeah, the old "medium negates the message" issue is always there with me. The review in the Daily News was very good: five stars. Ever since the News gave a top rating to the film adaptation of Annie!, I've tended to suspect anything that got top ratings from them was something they had a stake in somehow.

Old people steal freedom from lithe, creative, beautiful and spirited youth. They'll build a whole society around it, given half a chance, because they're bitter, jealous, murderous fucks. Vampires, really. Yeah, I don't know either.

If I got a 1984 remake, I'd totally make the move on Karen I didn't make 28 years ago.

I think, if it's worth sitting through otherwise unengaging mainstream entertainment options to get to a porn-ish element, why not just go for porn?

Since a few members seem to have seen this film despite the rental box screaming at me "Oh, God, do not see this film!" I thought I'd poll-aroid it. I'll add that every time a friend says to me, "We're like friends... with benefits," it comes out as "I'm like miserable... and self-loathing."

Shepard Fairey, the street artist who produced the iconic Barack Obama "Hope" poster, was instrumental in bringing the project to the attention of the producers. I half want to take that literally.

The fates were closing on Shliamatti so slowly yet assuredly, my wife spent most of this film afraid would end up whinily and futilely crawling out a motel window in the end, a la William H. Macy in Fargo. I thought the best thing was the tone-lessness of the teenaged boy. Why does Hollywood not know that adolescent boys talk like robots. It's initially chilling when you actually meet one because Hollywood doesn't tell you they're like that. They are! In my world, a lot of filmmakers would be doing what McCarthy does --- taking people insulated in their cocoons forcing them into each other's lives, and watching them trying to find a way to reconcile that. It's what societies are made of. Increasingly, families are also. Also interesting that he sets his films in the cocoon-intensive world that is much of suburban New Jersey. That said, McCarthy seems to have wrapped this one up a little more sloppily than in The Station Agent or The Visitor. A few elements --- the boiler, the slap to the side of the head --- are like guns hanging on the wall that refuse to go off by act three. Bobby Carnavale's character, while apparently based on McCarthy's co-writer, seems tacked on to add color. What does that guy do? He has a nice condo, a nice house for his ex, nice clothes and haircut, and all he does is sit around feeling sorry for himself while his bestbuddy is in quicksand. They also introduce him during that fake heart attack scene that would have been more effective had they established his character earlier. I'm thinking maybe the trappings of success are helping him connect the dots in ways that used to be handled by writing and directing. His other two films featured star turns by career supporting/character actors. This one featured a character actor in Giamatti who had long since turned in his career-turning role in Sideways, establishing him as a viable leading man. Jeffrey Tambor, at 65-ish, seems a little long in the tooth to be taking up wrestling coaching to be connecting with a teen-aged song. Maybe he got tacked in there, under the premise that the film needed another name, and so the Carnavale character lost 30% of his role. Which, while disappointing, doesn't drain my resevoir of good will. Go McCarthy! Part of the film, by the way, appears to have been filmed in my hometown of Rockville Centre, so it's got that going for it. #winwinning!

Put a Rocket in your pocket.

Seventies was an existential landscape, man. Society crumbling all around, and a post-modern cowboy wandering between outposts looking for meaning or merely survival. I think you could do well by narrowing this down. You've got lone man at the wheel type of films, but also the ensemble-in-single-vehicle road movies, and ensemble race movies. You've got sociopaths and healers. You've got cars and bikes. You've got farces, comic romance, and dark action. People on the run and people making a run. Off the top of my head I can think of a dozen films that fit right in. Lots of different archetypes. Though I certainly salute your plowing through.

RBI dubble today. Eat it, Cardinals.

McQueen supposedly was supposedly more skilled than any of the stunt bikers on that crew, and did so much riding that, at one point, if you pay attention, your treated to a scene of Nazi Steve in hot pursuit of American Steve.

This sounds like a dreadful exercise in human debasement. Not the Grammys, but what is? When Sammy Davis, Jr. died, Crystal said he was going to bury the imitation with him.

He won for Beginners? I thought I had put up a thread about that film six months ago, but can't find it now. I seem to remember starting a conversation and it going nowhere. Must've been in the secret forum.

Vic Sage wrote: how did my daughter get control of Edgy's CPF account? Some mouth on that little girl.

Bazzy leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Former member Bret Sabermetric was something of a Fitzgerald expert (but disagreed with the way GG was typically taught). I imagine Old Mole, if he wasn't a Fitzexpert already, became one while writing Nick and Jake. So if you need any on-set script doctorin', let us know.

So, anywutz, Daniel Craig plays Jason Bourne. Well, he doesn't really, but like Bourne, he plays a guy who wakes up badly wounded with no idea where he is or who he is, or memory of anything except (a) English and ( awesome fighting skills. Except it's not awesome, because it makes no sense. Maybe the rules of movies have changed, but things don't really make sense when a cowboy has awesome ninja instincts (quick hands, lighter-than-air turns, eyes in the back of his head, quick and deadly hand-to-hand killingness) instead of awesome cowboy skills (steely gaze, quick draw, a rock hard right hook, a gritty toughness to take a lickin'). Whatever. Maybe it'll make sense later. (SPOILER ALERT: It doesn't.) Anyhow, three travelers ride up on him, and he demonstrates his skills in a disproportionate way that's sort of inappropriate for a hero and inappropriate for an anti-hero. Meet Asshole Number One. He rides into town, gets patched up by a preacher/medic who's not an asshole, so he can't be long for the film. Asshole Number Two comes in the form of the spoiled brat son of the local strongman cattle baron, who shoots up the town while acting the whiny brat because he knows his dad runs things and can get him out of any trouble he gets into. This is unintentionally funny, because if you're like me, your first exposure to Daniel Craig was his playing this exact sort of wet diaper baby in The Road to Perdition, and every time Craig plays a total badass, I remember him as a big fat crybaby and it takes a heckuva job to suspend disbelief. Well, that's AH#2. Number Three is a barkeeper who is apparently (and inexplicably) a doctor (his name is "Doc" and he's got medical skills, anyhow) but has this dream he's trying to make work about running a saloon in the Old West and he's having a fight with his wife in the middle of the street about how unhappy his stupid dream is making him. He's the Guy Who Needs to Be Shown How to Shoot, to put aside his non-violent sensibilities to make the stand that is now clearly necessary. I don't know if the GWNtBSHtS is a Quaker, but if he is, he's the biggest asshole Quaker I've seen on film. OK, a bunch of minor assholes show up. But then it's time for Asshole Number Four. How do you top this bunch we've already met? Well, it's Harrison Ford --- he's the aforementioned cattle baron and he's introduced into the movie torturing a guy for being a bad employee. Torturing the fuck out of the poor guy. Don't they have a clue how this shit resonates in 2011? What's next? Is one of our heroes going to turn out to be a suicide bomber? (SPOILER ALERT: Yes!) Anyhow, it's a long ride to redemption for such a dicky bunch, and fighting for the planet is going to take us there: Ranchers, lawmen, outlaws, Indians, and beautiful chixx --- they all got to team up for a fight against aliens that are kidnapping their kin, probing them, apparently raping them (warn your rape-scene-averse partners --- it's sort of implied, but sort of there also), and eating them. These aliens are sophisticated enough that they really should be spraying our heroes with some bug spray or biological weapons, but apparently we can stand toe-to-toe with the nameless menace from beyond the stars and even could with 1880-era tech, so we've got that going for us. I guess I got chuffed that they give it dumb name like Cowboys & Aliens and I thought they wouldn't take themselves seriously --- like Snakes on a Plane, or Tremors, or Eight-Legged Freaks. But they do, and by piling asshole upon asshole and presenting them as anti-heroes, I guess you're supposed to appreciate the gritty realism of folks trying to tell you, This is what the Old West was really like --- DEAL with it. Well, they made a big blockbuster budgeted movie that could've been good and wasn't. Now they've got to deal with it. You'll get through it. But it'll take more imagination on your part than the six or seven credited screenwriters brought to it.

Aliens come to earth in the Old West, where virtually everyone is an asshole. They nonetheless ride together to avenge their dead. Jon Favreau directs. Han Solo and James Bond star.

Scott Moviel, too. What a pair of A-ball stupids.

Dock, you cock!

Dock, you dick!

To be consistent, here's Tim's girlfriend photo. Stegall had nothing but baseball and football albums, but maybe this woman from the future is his amorata:

Eric Beulac Allan Dykstra Wilmer Flores Darin Gorski Colin McHugh: Brandon Moore Michael Moras Moras' profile also includes photos of Angel Berroa's WS ring: Scott Moviel Sean Ratliff Josh Satin Chris Schwinden Daniel Stegall Tim Stronach Stephan Welch Also found: Ike Davis Washout/flake John Holdzkom Mets scout/minor league GM Roman Stout