OK, to be honest, I've had a few other things absorbing my time as well. Work has been heavy with standardized testing, so I didn't have time to pop in a "Bill Nye" video while ignoring my duties for the blog's sake. And at home, I've either had Valentine's Day to prepare for, or a birthday to dread, or ignoring both to keep flying through DVDs of "The Wire," which I've recently become hooked on.
For a minute at a time, I've started various blog posts, only to lose interest or energy well before they were done. Instead of sifting through a flurry have half-thought out posts, though, I figured you would benefit from only a single half-thought out one. Bullet points, baby.
- And now, ladies and gentlemen, it's time to play our favorite game: "IS! THIS! RACIST!?!" I posed this question on a movie-related blog a few days ago, and other commentators avoided it like a screening of Hannibal Rising. I live in a very diverse section of Atlanta - white, black, Hispanic, Indian and Asian neighborhoods are all nearby. I have a lesbian couple living on one side of me, a black family on the other, and a mixed race white/Brazilian family across the street. We're a happy little rainbow. That said, I regularly drive 20 minutes out of my way to go see a movie. Yes, I go to a white part of town. This has nothing to do with any inherent negative feelings toward other races. This has everything to do with generalizations that are actually true: predominately black audiences will have more loud talking and cell phones ringing; predominately Hispanic audiences will have more babies crying. And I have no bigger pet peeve than theater crowd noise. I've been to over 1,000 movies in my lifetime, and these observations have been proven time and time again. So I ask you, fine readers: Is this racist?
- Although my predictions were more off-the-mark than usual, I am happy with The Departed being named Best Picture. It's the first Best Picture in awhile I can look at and say, "Man, that was a damn good movie." However, the Academy deserves a cockpunch (and whatever you give women) for not handing Children of Men the award for Best Cinematography. Fine, I've gotten over its absence in the top categories, but even the film's detractors - all two of them not afflicted with at least mild retardation - recognize Emmanuel Lubezki's game-changing work. If you're planning on teaching a film class in 2057, go ahead and put Children of Men on the syllabus.
- Last week, I watched three films courtesy of Netflix: For Your Consideration, Flags of Our Fathers and Marie Antoinette. Compared to the other two, Sofia Coppola's much-derided Antoinette is an instant classic. However, that's faint praise considering how goddamned boring the first two were. Flags isn't bad, per se - it has some astounding visuals, and decent (if overly familiar) war imagery. It's just capital-D dull, though, which I guess you can expect from a film essentially about a war bonds tour headlined by look-up-whitebread-in-the-dictionary Ryan Phillippe and Jesse Bradford. That could be called, however, especially since the script came from Paul "The Facts of Life" Haggis. It's For Your Consideration that was a shock. Christopher Guest and his usual improvisational cronies took their first stab at a non-mockumentary, and the result was near laughless. It's not just a slight misstep, as some (though not me) feel A Mighty Wind was; it's a neck-breaker.
- Despite being born in February, it is probably my least favorite month. Cold weather, "Sportscenter" highlights consisting of basketball and hockey, and - well, those two are enough. Just a dreadful time. So it's with a great relief I see March on the calendar for tomorrow. March marks the beginning of the great spring traditions, most of which involve one of my favorite pasttimes: drinking outside on a warm day. St. Patrick's Day, Derby Day, the NFL draft, the Atlanta Steeplechase, Cinqo de Mayo, the new baseball season, the new fantasy baseball season, and the once-hourly countdown to the new Die Hard movie. Fun had by all.
- Two days until the best non-Die Hard movie of 2007 arrives.
- In 24 hours, I will be finished with my business plan. Then I will sleep.