After a week and a half of shows in Iraq during Thanksgiving 2007 I was on a C-130 flying from Baghdad to Kuwait. What was supposed to be a routine 40-minute flight turned into a much different journey. We were diverted back to the airfield in Balad to pick up “HR”. That is the code…
I’ve been disappointed in horror movies as of late. Seems we’ve had a few with interesting ideas but then they don’t execute them well. Ha. Execute. I made a funny. Too bad the recent horror movies haven’t made any. However, The Crazies, though my expectations were obviously low, managed to appease my hunger for the genre.
Is there anyone on the planet that didn’t know this movie was coming out this weekend and featured Johnny Depp in an outfit and makeup from The Birdcage? God Bless Disney marketing. I’m sure it was a billion dollars well spent.
Ah, Green Zone, the movie that finally tells us, the public, what REALLY happened with all those pesky Weapons of Mass Destruction that the Iraqi’s had stashed away in various locations. We all know they had them somewhere, even though we couldn’t find them. Oh, wait. We already know what happened about those, don’t we? Yeah, I thought so. So, no need to see this movie.
Most filmmakers, I suspect, would say “Man, if I only had more money, I could make my low-budget film SO much better”. They have a cool, independent film but feel they could really push it over the top with a bigger budget. Well, every so often, a movie comes along that defies that notion. Sometimes a movie could actually use a more gritty, low-budget sensibility. Repo Men is one such film.
I had only been doing stand-up a couple of years when I saw Bill Hicks at the Funny Firm in downtown Chicago. The back of the club was filled with comics. I had heard about him but seeing him live was another experience. I remember a bit about the Devil fucking someone and creating John Davidson and Tony Robbins. I remember thinking how cool it was that I was going to quit my job waiting tables at Bacino’s on 75 East Wacker and go at stand-up full time.
Ghost Writer is the best movie directed by a pedophile so far this year. What, too easy? Perhaps. But all kidding aside, this is a good, well crafted movie.
I loved The Runaways. In an attempt at unbiased journalism, I have to disclose that I have all of The Runaways’ albums, and “The Joan Jett Fan Club” is the only fan club I’ve ever been a member of. My membership has run out, but my enthusiasm hasn’t.
As far as I’m concerned, there aren’t enough movies with dragons in them. I love the movie Excalibur. If there were any faults with the movie, it’s only that there was a lack of dragons. That movie Reign of Fire? Still needed more dragons. So luckily for me, a movie has come out that has LOTS of dragons in it. Dragonslayer? Needed more dragon. Dragonheart? Well, maybe less dragon that talks like Sean Connery and well, just less of that movie.
From the first moment, there was a man on screen holding car keys covered in shit, I knew this was the movie for me. Many people are comparing this movie to The Hangover, which is entirely wrong. The Hangover was a piece of crap. It was a series of set ups that led to nothing. If I could have punched one movie in the face last year it would have been The Hangover for what it could have been. Hot Tub Time Machine hits all the gags it needs to, disgusting as they are at times.