Of course, everyone knows that the world is ending in a few short days...on December 21, 2012. How do we know that it is ending? Because that's when the Mayan Calendar supposedly ends, so of course, that must be the absolute end of the world...as opposed to when they basically just ran out of room on their stone tablet. (In any case, if the Mayans were so good at predicting the future, how did they not see the Spaniards coming? Riddle me that, Batman!)
I'm just going to pile on to the rest of the fucking planet and say that Liz & Dick was one of shittiest movies I've ever seen. As a rule, Lifetime movies are shit, but they've hit a new low with Liz & Dick.
Clue...the original movie based on a board game.
We're back on track with family movie night and after scrolling through Netflix for half an hour, we switched to Amazon Prime, looking for Beastmaster, after suspecting that Conan the Destroyer might be a bit too violent. But before we found Beastmaster, we found Clue.
I saw this movie so long ago, I don't even know where to start. Alice Cooper gets killed by Bigfoot. That's pretty much all you need to know about this movie to make you want to watch it. (That's not a spoiler - it was in the commercial.)
All the little teen girls can have Zac Efron. Robert Pattison and Taylor Lautner do nothing for me either. Ryan Gosling...again, not interested. But when it comes to Channing Tatum, I do understand...there's something about him that makes me want to rip his picture out of magazines and plaster them all over my cubicle.
America - FUCK YEAH!
Seriously, why haven't we officially changed our national anthem to that song yet? I would much rather hear that song before every sports event than our current national anthem.
The SyFy Channel has really gone above and beyond this time. They've gone beyond having giant creatures fighting each other and they are now mixing giant creatures with natural disasters with Arachnoquake. Earthquakes bring gigantic spiders to New Orleans, nevermind that fact that the Gulf Coast isn't exactly know for tremors. A spider-inducing earthquake doesn't make any less sense that a hurricane full of spiders - why not Arachnocane? But I digress...
"It's filthy, but it's no Pink Flamingos."
That was my response when Sean told me that it was the filthiest movie he had ever seen - I had to remind him that back in 1997, I dragged him to go see the 25th anniversary re-release of Pink Flamingos. He then amended his statement to say that Superbad was the filthiest movie he has seen, outside of John Waters and Gregg Araki...I would tend to agree with him - Superbad is a filthy, filthy movie.
Finally! I finally got to see The Avengers. It wasn't how I wanted to see it - in 3D, but that hardly matters. Even under less than ideal circumstances - watching it on a six inch screen, while sitting on an airplane next to a sugared up four year old, ultimately taking 5 hours to finish the film - The Avengers still lived up to the hype.