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smackshack) wrote2010-02-07 08:12 pm
smackshack) wrote2010-02-07 08:12 pm
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The Book of Eli, plus stuff
The Book of Eli is a competent post-apocalyptic MacGuffin-driven B-movie with excellent Denzel-Fu, ambiguous supernaturalism, and non-ambiguous poetic justice. And a really nice shout-out to Fahrenheit 451.
Spoiler:
In other news, this weekend the Sturdy Helpmeet™ and I finally saw Jonathan Coulton in concert, along with Paul & Storm. I don't know why, but I was slightly surprised by the amount of star-power projected by JoCo. At first he was all scruffy self-deprecating sarcasm and irony, then he launched into "Betty & Me," and it was like somebody flipped a switch and turned on the lights.
We also cleaned, defrosted, and sanitized the fridge. Technically we just finished this process, begun a week before, because after the initial cleaning a water leak developed that turned out to be caused by a lake of ice coating the bottom of the freezer.
(Hey, this blogging shit is thrill-a-minute, ain't it?)
And I disassembled the center console and dashboard of my car in order to activate the keyless entry code on my replacement Honda key fob -- which isn't normally required, but may be necessary if you've installed an after-market radio while keeping the original factory unit squeezed into a hidden hollow 'way behind the dash in order to keep your keyless-entry thingy working.
In further news, Sarah Palin and the Tea Baggers (sounds like a burlesque review that might play the O'Farrell Theater on Tuesdays) remain the kind of consummate douche-bags that make other douche-bags obsessed with racial and religious purity look clever and erudite by comparison.
Sleep tight, folks.
Spoiler:
The bit at the very end, where the printing press is churning out fresh new copies of the Bible (aka the MacGuffin) that look just like any modern-day English copy, filled me with horror. The thought that flashed through my mind was, "Wow, this religion really is a fucking disease. A virus that's going to take over a whole new generation now that it's made widely available once again."
But then the ending became more ambiguous, because the printed copy was placed on a shelf in a library between a bunch of other religious texts, and the man curating the collection certainly seems like a cosmopolitan intellectual sort, so maybe the copy we saw printed was being done chiefly for scholarly purposes. I was reminded of the end of Raiders where the Ark of the Covenant is placed in a warehouse to keep it, and the rest of us, safe. But the point here isn't to hide the book, but to preserve it and make it available. Which is fine. So: more ambiguity, which isn't so bad, all things considered.
In other news, this weekend the Sturdy Helpmeet™ and I finally saw Jonathan Coulton in concert, along with Paul & Storm. I don't know why, but I was slightly surprised by the amount of star-power projected by JoCo. At first he was all scruffy self-deprecating sarcasm and irony, then he launched into "Betty & Me," and it was like somebody flipped a switch and turned on the lights.
We also cleaned, defrosted, and sanitized the fridge. Technically we just finished this process, begun a week before, because after the initial cleaning a water leak developed that turned out to be caused by a lake of ice coating the bottom of the freezer.
(Hey, this blogging shit is thrill-a-minute, ain't it?)
And I disassembled the center console and dashboard of my car in order to activate the keyless entry code on my replacement Honda key fob -- which isn't normally required, but may be necessary if you've installed an after-market radio while keeping the original factory unit squeezed into a hidden hollow 'way behind the dash in order to keep your keyless-entry thingy working.
In further news, Sarah Palin and the Tea Baggers (sounds like a burlesque review that might play the O'Farrell Theater on Tuesdays) remain the kind of consummate douche-bags that make other douche-bags obsessed with racial and religious purity look clever and erudite by comparison.
Sleep tight, folks.