This was an eventful weekend for me in the Land of Movies. I rented a
couple and went to one. Here’s the rundown…
This is the Denzel Washington vehicle to the Oscars. Long story short,
Denzel’s a corrupt narcotics cop and has to train rookie Ethan Hawke on
the ways of Street Justice. You end up hating Denzel by the end of the
movie because he’s a bad, bad man, and you’re happy he gets the Street
Justice he deserves.
I liked this movie because it’s not the standard fare for Denzel -
normally he’s the “good cop,” but this time he’s the “bad cop.” It was
good to see him change. Not sure if he deserved an Oscar or not for it,
but I can’t say he wasn’t good.
Robert Redford is a court-martialled General in the US Army who gets
sent to prison because he disobeyed an order from the President. While
in there, he finds out that the warden is a jerk who abuses his power
and treats the prisoners poorly. Redford takes over the prison in an
attempt to get the warden ousted.
This was a pretty good one, too, though a bit predictable. You can
guess exactly what’s going to happen, who’s going to die, etc., before
the first ten minutes is through. However, if you’re looking for
something just generally good and fun to watch, I recommend it. Jenn and
I both had a good time with it.
Ice Age: This is the animated
feature about animals in the (you guessed it) Ice Age from 20th Century
Fox. It was very clever and fun with some pretty darn good animation.
There’s a little recurring character (the “Scrat”) who has nothing to do
with the story really, but cracks you up. The voices they chose for the
characters fit well and were well done.
Before you go see this, though (and I do recommend you see it), know
two things: First, it’s short. 81 minutes isn’t the longest movie in the
world. Second, you can’t compare it to
Just don’t. Shrek was a lot deeper as far as plot development,
characters, and the level of humor they stuck in there. Ice Age is
inherently a kid’s movie and is pretty shallow as far as all of that’s
concerned. It is well done, though, which is why I recommend it.
Saw my friend Gerb for the first time since, like, Christmas and we
went to Starbucks to hang out and talk (though why he couldn’t have
driven the extra, like, half mile and just come over to my apartment is
utterly beyond me). Guess what I ordered while I was
I’ve been fighting with this stupid broken
turntable I’ve got for
a while now. The extra turntable I bought to scavenge parts from
supposedly worked when I bought it from the guy, but it sure as hell
doesn’t work now (and, no, I didn’t break it; it never worked while in
my possession). My dad fixed the part that was broken on the original
turntable I was trying to fix, but then when I plugged it in, I
discovered a new problem - the turntable gets power now (yay!) but once
you start a record playing, the turntable never stops. It finishes
playing, the needle lifts up and returns to its resting position, but
the record keeps spinning.
I traced it down to this stupid lever/arm thing underneath it that’s
supposed to move back and forth to engage/disengage the power to the
turntable. It pushes forward to turn the thing on, but it never pulls
back to turn it off. Not being mechanically inclined, I’m about ready to
go buy a new one. I guess I never realized how stinking Rube
Goldberg record players are.
Now I’ve got a query in to Fred’s Sound of
Music (where the thing was bought,
like, 20+ years ago or something) to see if they can fix it. Here’s
In other news, Jenn and I are working on a trip to Las
Vegas. I want to stay at the Paris Las
Vegas since I’ve been there a couple of
times and it was really nice, but it’s gone way up in price since last
time. I suppose I’ll just bite the bullet and stay there anyway.
Speaking of Paris Las Vegas, last time I stayed there I bought a
ceramic balloon mug from the gift shop before I left. Took extra special
care of it on the plane to try to get it home in one piece - and
succeeded. Used it once, stuck it in the dishwasher. Destroyed it.
It wasn’t dishwasher-safe. Of course, there were no labels or anything
that would indicate it wasn’t safe for the dishwasher, so I called ‘em.
They very kindly sent me a new one for free. And, of course, it had a
label on the bottom - “Not Dishwasher Safe.” So if you see these balloon
mugs and they have that label on them, it’s my fault. Heh.
So, Vegas. It’ll be a lot of fun. And, to the people who we said we’d
try to coordinate with if we went to Vegas (you know who you are),
sorry. I’ll try to get in touch with you to personally apologize. Jenn
and I just felt that since we haven’t ever actually been on a vacation
with just the two of us, we didn’t want to try to coordinate with other
people - we want to be able to do what we want, when we want, and not
have to try to make time to hang with other folks or meet up anywhere.
Next time, okay?