The Movie Critique 012

I went to Superman Returns yesterday with my littlest sister and her dad. We had a good time, my treat. It was just as I had foresaw. The movie was unnecessarily dark and dreary and didn’t have any of the comedy from the original Superman movies. But I expected that. I had hoped, that since Brian Singer is purportedly a fan of the Christopher Reeve movies, that they would emulate the charm that flowed from Reeve’s characters, not so. 🙁

Overall, I am pleased. My greatest pet-peeve for this movie is that even though it was in widescreen (letterbox), it had not been filmed appropriately. All the shots, and I mean ALL of them, were closeup and claustrophobic. You can’t tell what’s going on in most of the action sequences. It was like watching a reformatted, pan and scan version, which really sucks.

As far as the story went, it seemed to me to be just a rewrite of Superman the Movie nearly scene for scene, without the fun gags and comic relief. Some of the lines were taken right out of that movie. Like, superman “Clark?” Loise, “A guy from work.” Maybe not an exact quote, but Superman fans should get the point. And Lex, “What did my father always tell me?” Miss Kitty. “Get out!” It seemed like none of the movie was really original or fresh.

The plot was that Lex Luther plans to grow a new continent just off the east coast of the States of America large enough to engulf North America. You know, the whole real estate thing from Superman the Movie?

And for all of you, who, like me, was a bit skeptical about the whole Lois having a kid and a boyfriend. The math doesn’t add up for the obvious reason. Stop reading if you don’t want to know until you see the movie. The second Lex stops in mid dialog to look at Jason, you know who his father is before Lex even asks. And how about that piano seen. I think I jumped up in the theater and yelled Yes! I knew it! It’s good for Superman to have a son, but I hope they get him and Lois together in subsequent films. I’d like to see them have a real family, though Richard White is a pretty cool guy and hero by his own rite.

I cried like a baby when they killed Superman. You know those shots in the preview when he is falling? He had just used the last of his strength to cast Lex’s continent into space and he’s got this kryptonite shiv in his side courtesy of Lex Luther and his prison experiences. It’s really emotional when the paramedics and fire department (you know, all those other heroes) take Superman to the hospital and the whole world is rooting for him. There’s nothing they can do at the hospital though, because he’s Superman, they can’t stick needles in him, or fibbulate* him, or anything.

Well, this movie was interesting reinventing of the greatest superhero ever. It wasn’t as good as I wanted it to be, but it is a good movie and I hope they get better with the sequels. I look foreword those too. I feel sorry for Miss Kitty, I fear Lex is going to eat her. I think it was foreshadowed by the dog that ate the other one when they were left alone in the mansion for too long. Shudder… 😀

*I know it’s not a word, but I think you get the concept. 😉

Softball Cuties

My littlest sister is in softball again this summer, so I’ve been going to all the games. A couple of the teams are awesome for sex appeal.

The blue team seems to be the worst for looks (and for play, for that matter), but they do have a couple hotties. My favorites are 14, 12, and 20. The pink team has some cuties too, but I have forgotten how I arranged them in my preferred first list. Same with the purple team.

Number 11 on the black team is the best. I’d give anything for her. I literally could die to make babies with her. Wow. Others on her team include 10, 9, and 12. I’ve listed them in order of my preference. Any one of which I would love to hook-up with-if looks were everything.

Busy Bee

I have been so exhausted this week! On Saturday, one of my aunt’s came up from Salt Lake City, Utah to lay sod at my grandma’s house. It turned out, there was seven adults participating, and we planted something like eight-hundred dollars (just a personal estimate) of the grass, and as you know it’s a lot of work.

The grass isn’t doing so well. We’ve been trying to keep it wet as instructed, but it’s tough. We’re watering it at least 2 to 3 times a day for several hours, but it’s just not going to cut it. It’s just too hot and the dirt underneath is old horse pasture. All the grass that’s been planted there in the past several years has failed.

I am not expecting this sod to work. It is a shame too, considering the work I put into it, and how much I hurt because of that. Well, I said I’d do it, even though it was on a Saturday, which happens to be the day of rest for me (I do not like working on Saturdays, the day of rest, or Sundays, the sabbath), so I did it and now I’m suffering.

It probably wouldn’t be so bad if I was still riding the bike back and forth from mile marker 7 on SR 18 and the St. George Branch of the Washington County Library every day. I am really falling out of shape. When I left Satan George, Utah, I had legs of steel from riding that 6 or so miles up that steep grade every night, not to mention all the other riding around town I did during every day.

Since coming to Sick City, Idaho, my forearms have been getting the workout. The day after I arrived, I started helping my good friend walk and build fences for a cattleman. It’s not a physically demanding job, but I have noticed the extra build in my forearms. I’m not sure what it is that’s working those muscles, but I speculate it’s the post-hole (railroad tie) digging.

It is relatively easy work, and it has been good to be able to do it. I hated not having anything to do in Satan George, Utah because of all those socialist a-holes who wouldn’t hire me. Anyway, it’s the sod experience from Saturday that wasted me. I did something to my right hand that day, making it excruciating to do anything with it.

Well oh, today was a good resting day, it was stormy this morning and rained off and on all day. I just stayed home and played with the kids. There are currently three nieces and four nephews here. 😀

Taking The Dog

Well, it’s 3:00 PM on Tuesday, May 30, 2006 and I’m sitting in the [old] St. George Branch of the Washington County Library. I’ll be leaving tonight on the Greyhound for Sick City, Idaho. To be technical, I’ll be leaving tomorrow morning at 1:25 AM or so.

I say good riddens to Satan George, Utah. After coming to the library nearly every day for the past 2 years, I miss that, and I’ll never get to see the inside of the new building. But then again, with all the illegal things the librarians do here, I won’t miss it.

Whether this move will be considered as jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire, or climbing out of the fire into the frying pan, remains to be seen. But, like I tell everyone, I am going to assume the latter.

I’m a little skeptical about this ride, I have never taken the bus, and the closest destination I could buy is fifty miles away from Sick City. I may end up having to walk. Having that in mind, I have ditched just about everything I have accumulated these past two years. Not to mention, I had to get rid of my 85 dollar canvas sleeping bag I bought back in ’01 on an elk-hunting trip. I loved that bag, but it’s gone now.

What you possess posses you. I rolled into work this morning a cumulated 207 pounds, and I had a friend drive me back to get the last of it. I thinned everything into what I hope is two carry-on bags. This way, if I can get off the bus in or near Sick, I can just walk off the bus without worrying about any checked baggage, which I have been informed stays on the bus until the ticket destination. Also, if I do have to walk a great deal, I’m not going to want the weight of a lot of what I left. Everything I owned is replaceable.

I’m also concerned about being dehydrated tonight while on the bus. I’ll be having a good meal this evening, which is bound to dehydrate me. I’ll see how things go. When I get to where I’m going, I’ll tag the details onto this post.

Well, that was then. As it turns out, I had a good trip. The best part about that day was the send-off a friend and her son and daughters gave me. It was so awesome! We had an excellent meal-chicken fettucini, salad, rolls, and brownies, some with nuts, some without-then, we watched Bruce Almighty, which I had never seen before.

After the movie, the girls and I played Uno and then Monopoly. We had a really B-A-U-tiful time and I’m so grateful to all of them. I wish I could have been friends with these ladies for the past two years. I want at least a dozen daughters just like them. I want a wife just like them too.

Well, my first Greyhound bus ride was alright. I have no complaints, other than the fact that I just couldn’t sleep very well, but what can you expect. As it turns out, I didn’t have to worry about dehydration or having to walk much. Even though the route usually goes up and around Preston from Logan then McCammon, the bus driver was willing to go the other way and drop me off on the off-ramp for Sick City, Idaho.

I walked a couple blocks and lo-and-behold, one of my littles sisters drove up and asked if I needed a ride. She was down visiting from Wyoming with her kids, so I got an awesome reception too.

I am now living in Sick City, Idaho. Fire or frying pan? Only time will tell.