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catscradle Sep. 7th, 2003 10:39 am)
catscradle Sep. 7th, 2003 10:39 am)Well, it's Sunday again and my less-than-Taoist-like mind won't stop thinking that tomorrow I have to go back to work and brave the insanity that is the new fall quarter. The good news is that I have job security, so I'll stop complaining for now.
Didn't do much of anything this weekend. I still need to unpack some boxes and clear my crap out of the living room. Shouldn't take too long, I've got a great giant closet for stuffing things into ;)
Made an orange-cranberry bread this morning. Just took it out of the oven to cool - smells great, here's hoping it tastes along the same lines.
Watched two Johnny movies over the weekend. From Hell, which I really liked despite it's oppresively dark story, and The Ninth Gate, for which I am now pushing for a massive recall on all videos and DVDs, as it threatens kill off your brain cells - mostly due to the audience slamming their heads into walls.
The movie is so stupid it defies all other movies to be more pointless than this one. Johnny had to be thinking "Huh, Roman Polansky, I'd like to work with him." This ain't Rosemary's Baby. This ain't even Evil Dead II. If Johnny were actually trying to act in this film, which he definately isn't, and I can't blame him, it'd still be beyond suck. Imagine Johnny, on a really bad hair day, sitting in a beige room chain smoking, and you have something like this movie.
There's one part int he film were you get to hear Johnny scream like a girl with his pants around his ankles, and that's pretty funny, but definately not worth the price of admission. The one sex scene he has with Satan - Yes, sex with Satan, I'm not making this up - I think he may have checked his watch. Christ, if you're gonna have sex with Satan, you'd think you at least have more of a reaction to it. So to wrap up my review of The Ninth Gate no one cared.
Didn't do much of anything this weekend. I still need to unpack some boxes and clear my crap out of the living room. Shouldn't take too long, I've got a great giant closet for stuffing things into ;)
Made an orange-cranberry bread this morning. Just took it out of the oven to cool - smells great, here's hoping it tastes along the same lines.
Watched two Johnny movies over the weekend. From Hell, which I really liked despite it's oppresively dark story, and The Ninth Gate, for which I am now pushing for a massive recall on all videos and DVDs, as it threatens kill off your brain cells - mostly due to the audience slamming their heads into walls.
The movie is so stupid it defies all other movies to be more pointless than this one. Johnny had to be thinking "Huh, Roman Polansky, I'd like to work with him." This ain't Rosemary's Baby. This ain't even Evil Dead II. If Johnny were actually trying to act in this film, which he definately isn't, and I can't blame him, it'd still be beyond suck. Imagine Johnny, on a really bad hair day, sitting in a beige room chain smoking, and you have something like this movie.
There's one part int he film were you get to hear Johnny scream like a girl with his pants around his ankles, and that's pretty funny, but definately not worth the price of admission. The one sex scene he has with Satan - Yes, sex with Satan, I'm not making this up - I think he may have checked his watch. Christ, if you're gonna have sex with Satan, you'd think you at least have more of a reaction to it. So to wrap up my review of The Ninth Gate no one cared.
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