Edgy MD

Eccentric inventor invents a machine that makes it rain food from the sky. Food, people!

Interesting to see Duda over Neiuwenheis. Also interesting to see eight prospects instead of the usual six. I wonder if some teams pulled out.

And Ike brings home the gold.

Depressed kid with messed up home life wrestles with inertia as he prepares to graduate high school. I know this because the first scene he has in class depicts a lesson on intertia. I still have a mark from where the metaphor hit me.

Didn't find her all that appealing. No suprises, I think.

The kid is going to kill me.

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Unhappy is he that does not know the cause of things.

And Michael Joseph Bacsik yesterday. What the hell?

The thing about the book is that it was very much a snapshot of it's time. The city, the drugs, the inner city Catholic Church desperately trying to hold on to its influence as Vatican II reforms are being put in place. By resetting the story in then contemporary times, a lot of that seems silly, and romanticizes the degradation of it all. The oppressive school is anachronistic, and the two chiseled young actors come off less like neglected poor kids than like spoiled brats slumming in an affected streety lifestyle. After the Columbine massacre, the attack was reported as being inspired in part by a scene in the film in which DiCaprio fantasizes about walking through the classroom in a cool black trenchcoat blowing people away http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gK_ktLOau8 Carroll was pretty shocked and appeared on a few TV shows clarifying that the scene was a gross distortion of a scene in his diary where he fantasized about firing a gun in class to break up the boredom, and admitted that the scene seemed pretty irresponsible in retrospect --- an admission that surprised me, considering that he had cooperated with the film-makers, appeared in the film, and profited well from his book being re-issued with Leo Dio on the cover.

Well, I fixed my merger, but I'm pretty sure I kefuffled the voting in the bargain. Please re-submit your votes and accept my apologies. I now know how to responsibly use their merge tool. I think.

Gets the Americans to 1-1. Kai Gronauer caught and went 0-3 for the Germans.

Agreed there. Basically, that's how I like to do it. I like to see young players handed nothing, but earning their playing time in a brutal crucible of big league competition, rising to the top in bloody sweaty sexy stinking mess, emerging like the Beatles out of Hamburg, ready to destroy the world.

That strikeout rate still makes me dubious about throwing him in the Mets lineup in 2010.

I can merge the three threads if you all don't mind.

It seems our search capacity is dampened. Searches don't seem to return posts or threads that originated under the old software.

Just wrote a giant-assed review and had it deleted by that h-t-t-p thingie. Fuck me.

Here I was just coming to this forum to say, "I saw Adventureland a few days ago, and it's high time I put up a poll." Thanks for doing the heavy lifting. I'm caught between seven and eight.

I'm just a little disappointed others aren't as willing to knock of a portion of their high ratings for the film missing Forman's side of the story. The way he ends up playing the stooge in this drama, and the way Ali turns everyone against him, suggests he was rope-a-doped before he ever stepped into the ring.

Seems like a good candidate for the Arizona Fall League.

Good for a spring training invite, anyhow.

Ike joins the US team next week at that International Baseball Federation's Baseball World Cub in Europe starting next week. Eddie Rodriguez is manager and looks to defend Davey Johnson's championship. http://web.usabaseball.com/teams/index.jsp?team=940&content=roster

Well, this is a terrific little documentary. The "We" of the title seems to suggest the point of view that this was a cultural high point for black America to embrace, but there's enough here to show anybody paying attention how much bullshit and exploitation were happening as well. A lot of the event organizers are either deliberately conniving (Don King), stoned and enjoying the ride (concert promoters Stuart Levine and Lloyd Price), or possibly both. King, among others, can sometimes talk sense, but then switch to complete (and comic) obfuscation when asked an uncofomrtable question, such as when George Plimpton asks him why he doesn't, if this event is about uplifiting African-Americans, consider putting some of the money aside for develomental programs back in the states. The movie's eloquence, aside from the rich period footage, comes from the fact that several of the talking heads looking back were reporters who covered the fight --- Thomas Hauser, Norman Mailer, Plimpton. Despite boxing's brutatlity --- or perhaps because of it --- it's inspired some of the best sportswriting you'll ever read, as scribes try to peer through the exploitation and tragedy and perseverance to find human meaning and metaphor. What keeps me from giving it any higher a rating isn't because of what it is, but what it isn't. Very few of the principles are included in the latter-day interviews. Ali --- who could still express himself well enough in 1996 if you had the patience to hear him out --- is missing, as are Foreman and King. Larry Holmes --- a great champion himself and Ali's then-sparring partner, and who may have been the key to the whole rope-a-dope strategy --- doesn't speak, and neither do any of Ali's surviving cornermen, who might have let us know whether they were clued in at all to Ali's strategy. The other disappointing absence is Foreman. While this is about the whole fight, only about 20% of the time is spent on the then-champ. What little we are shown of him allows him as dignified, respectful, and a little embarassed at being caught up in the Ali self-publicity machine --- cast as Goliath by a loudmouth populist David. He briefly and confusedly wonders at the hero worship the Zaire citizens are laying on Ali, saying --- not bitterly --- that he's blacker than Ali, an assertion supported by shots of Ali's light-skinned mother. Foreman had recast himself by 1996 from the distant raging brute into one of the most delightful and engaging men in US public life, but his memories of this strange chapter don't appear. What it is though, is a thoroughly engrossing mindtrip from the seventies. The moment the fighters enter the ring, I'm half thinking that this can hardly be a sanctioned fight, as it's all so damned freaky. As if boxing has standards. I was triggered to rent this baby because another documentary (Soul Power) was recently released about the accompanying concert. A lot of the concert footage appears here --- B.B. King, James Brown, and the Spinners (hey, Greg, the Spinners!) among others. They mostly ignore the African musicians --- including highly respected legends like Miram Makeba (then only recently seperated from Stokley Carmichael) --- except to portray them as mysterious and exotic and strange. It only takes a minute, girl, to put this in your Netflix queue.

Wow, who gave it a 4.5?