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“The Bounty Hunter” Doesn’t Find Good Ratings


Ask any of my friends who were with me in the Sherlock Holmes theater how much I freaked out when I learned Gerard Butler was going to be in a new movie during the previews this past December.

To salvage some of my dignity, let’s just say it was a significantly feminine moment. And I’m sure it wasn’t just me.

For weeks, females across America have waited impatiently for the premier of The Bounty Hunter starring the Scottish heart-throb and Jennifer Aniston. Their characters, Milo and Nicole, are a formerly married couple with many issues.  Their number one problem? He, as a bounty hunter, must collect her and deliver her to the nearest prison for skipping bail over a fender bender.

I suggest marriage counseling.

I also suggest waiting to see this movie until it hits two-dollar Tuesdays. Writer Sarah Thorpe sure came up with a creative and original story, but the publicity department needs to understand that revealing all funniest jokes in the previews consequently makes the rest of the movie a let-down. Not to devalue those jokes – they were hysterical – but anyone who watched the preview expected them.

Some subplots seemed a bit outlandish and their connection to the major remained uncertain or outlandish throughout, never being fully or sensibly resolved. Common sense was not applied much either. A woman as intelligent as Nicole is supposed to be would have had enough intuition to take off her five inch stilettos when sneaking through an abandoned warehouse. The people in the next theatre over probably could have heard them, never mind the villain (and how exactly was he connected again …?)

Certain scenes did drag on. Any move, be it romcom, thriller, or tear-jerker, should not leave the audience bored during at any point in time. Whenever a movie feels like it is plodding through with absolutely nothing conducive to the plot, it slides down a notch in my book.

Another fail from this movie? Two Kee$ha songs. I mean please, there is so much quality from which to choose. One song I could have handled, but two?

I don’t mean to come across as whiny. The film does have some god qualities. Anniston and Butler do have a great dynamic; it is very obvious that they “hate” each other after the divorce, with the clear leftover emotions.  Both being talented comedic actors, they portray convincing clashing characters to provide the comedy. Her workaholic and neat-freak nature is classically pitted against his. He is … let’s settle with the phrase “a bit rough around the edges,” which works well against her perfection. Without  Gerard, it would have been a total flop.

The final verdict: it provides an entertaining two hours. But if you haven’t seen the previews, don’t. You’ll like it better, I promise.

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“Shutter Island” a Surprise Thriller




When one sees a preview for a movie featuring a woman disintegrating into ash and gnarled old men hollering while leaping at Leonardo DiCaprio, one tends to believe that such a movie is a horror film.

False.

Shutter Island, based off the novel by Dennis Lehane, is in fact a psychological thriller.  Had I known this fact in advance, I would not have to have been almost dragged kicking and screaming to the theatre.

Imagine my pleasant surprise to find myself viewing a psychological flick that had me on the edge of my seat and yelling at the screen during parts that outraged me the screen instead.

US Marshall Teddy Daniels (Di Caprio) is summoned in 1954 to Shutter Island, a mental hospital for the convicted criminally insane to investigate the disappearance of an inmate.  Quite predictably, a severe storm traps him there, and he is unable to take the ferry back home to Boston. During his extended stay, he begins to uncover more and more of what appears to be serious abuse of the patients, including imitations of Nazi-esque brain experiments.

It also is revealed that the directors of the institution have lured him there because of his own dark past with which he is still struggling.  If he is to avoid becoming their next guinea pig, he must both outsmart them and let go of the past still haunting him.

DiCaprio’s performance is, once again, outstanding.  He expertly embodies a trained detective hot on the trail. Just as brilliant is the other side of Teddy: an ex-soldier scarred from witnessing the Holocaust.  Still more superb is the wounded man grieving for the loss of his beloved wife and learning to accept her death.

The perfect Boston accent works in his favor too.

Some plot twists are admittedly (disappointingly) predictable, but to an extent every plot in every movie is.  However, the last heart-pounding five minutes and concluding line, delivered almost in a whisper by Leo, salvages any dissatisfaction.  If a number one ranking and an over $41 million dollar gross on opening night is not proof enough of a good movie, I don’t know what is.

Director Martin Scorsese’s name most likely contributed greatly to the large grossing, yet he still deserves a pat on the back.  He stayed true to the original novel and delivered to the audience an excellent film.  He can now add another stellar work to his shelf.

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Three Strikes, You’re Out


Let’s discuss the viscous cycle of romance and/or romantically related incidents and/or encounters of a romantic nature. They completely monopolize your life, cause you to lose all ability to make rational decisions, and determine your mood for at least a week. One good date can put you at the top of Everest just as easily as one bad hook-up can drag you down into a landfill. And every time it happens we swear to ourselves that we will NEVER lose our head like that again, and that we will ALWAYS make better choices to thereby avoid such disasters in the future and maintain stable mental health.

And then two weeks later, we meet a cute guy or get invited to a party and all our resolve takes a running leap and hurls itself out the window while we obsess over what to wear and how we should style our hair. The outcome of that date/party determines the mood for the week and so on and so forth. By the way, did you ever notice that when something bad happens, other horrendous incidents seem to follow? Once you start down the hill of despair, a snowball effect takes over, and you get hit after hit of bad news.

I do not want to sound like I’m complaining here (I am, but am also attempting not to be whiny), however my love life has recently crashed and burned every single solitary time I took a risk and put myself out there (evidently, all I’m good for is a booty call, an activity to which I most certainly DO NOT subscribe). The last three guys didn’t quite work out, and – for now – I am adopting the policy “Three Strikes, You’re Out” and am taking myself out of the game for a while. I don’t want to cry anymore (however, I do think most of the tears have sprouted from the possibility of having to put my dog down and not the immature men – I love him MUCH more than any of the human males who have presented themselves to me in the past few months).

Wow, this is really emo. APOLOGIES! I needed to rant. To turn the mood of this around, as my mother has been saying all my life, there is always good out of bad. The past two particularly shitty days have given birth to a miracle: an inspiration for, not one, but TWO poems. Yes, that’s right, POEMS! I never feel inclined to write poems, and when I do write them it’s always for something, not because I just wanted to. My creative writing focus is always on the fictional short story or novel, never poetry. This is completely different and must be treated as the Second Coming. While in the shower last night feeling embarrassed, depressed, and angry, a phrase suddenly popped into my head. “Hmm,” said I, “not half bad.” Then another, and then another, until I thought to myself “Omigod this is a poem!” The poem arrived like a saving thunderbolt from Zeus on Olympus, dispelling my angst to the far corners of my room. I was ecstatic! Jumping out of the shower and barely taking the time to dry, I charged to my desk and scribbled out the dear little thing on the nearest available paper (which happened to be the back of Carmina Burana – O Fortuna, sorry Carole Ann). I read it over, feeling positively giddy, and then, what is this but ANOTHER one?! Woah.

To conclude, a semi-pleasant forty-two hours when the debacles, hysterics, weeping, poems, and best friends are all averaged together.

Again apologies for the rant. Will post status and goals after today’s literary magazine meeting (IF anyone shows up to this one, hint hint, Stags).


Going Off On A Tangent …


Got this in a chain email today.  Disclaimer: It has nothing to do with writing, I’m not certain it’s legit and the man actually did this, and yes, I’ve seen things like this before, but I found it amusing regardless.

WHY WOMEN SHOULDN’T TAKE MEN SHOPPING

After I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to Target. Unfortunately, like most men, I found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out. Equally unfortunate, my wife is like most women – she loves to browse. Yesterday my dear wife received the following letter from the local Target.

Dear Mrs. Samuel,

Over the past six months, your husband has caused quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against your husband, Mr. Samuel, are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.

1.June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in other people’s carts when they weren’t looking.

2.July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in House wares to go off at 5-minute intervals.

3.July 7: He made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women’s restroom.

4.July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, ‘Code 3 in House wares. Get on it right away’. This caused the employee to leave her assigned station and receive a reprimand from her Supervisor that in turn resulted with a union grievance, causing management to lose time and costing the company money.

5.August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&Ms on layaway.

6.August 14: Moved a ‘CAUTION – WET FLOOR’ sign to a carpeted area.

7.August 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told the children shoppers he’d invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department to which twenty children obliged.

8.August 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began crying and screamed, ‘Why can’t you people just leave me alone?’ EMTs were called.

9.September 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.

10.September 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.

11.October 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the ‘Mission Impossible’ theme.

12.October 6: In the auto department, he practiced his ‘Madonna look’ by using different sizes of funnels.

13.October 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled ‘PICK ME! PICK ME!’

14.October 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed ‘OH NO! IT’S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!’

And last, but certainly not least:

15.October 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, ‘Hey! There’s no toilet paper in here.’ One of the clerks passed out.

Well played, sir, well played


Some Day My Prince Will Come … But He Sure is Taking His Sweet Time


Creative Writing Stats

Rescue Me: Full success. Thomas and Laura bought their Christmas gifts for each other and are now ready to exchange.

Damn Brits: Unfortunate failure.

I have wonderful news! I was this very day struck as if by lightning with a BRILLIANT new idea for a novel! So I don’t give too much away, I won’t post too many details just yet.  The other reason is I don’t really have all the details worked out. I’ve got the title and the general plan but the little things need to be tweaked.  So here’s a small teaser taste … title: Prince Charming (maybe).

So I’m all thrilled about this new idea, until I had a more cynical thought: I have unrealistic expectations about men.  And I’m not the only one!  After all, I’m sure many a woman can relate to the constant struggle of sorting through the assortment of jerks, pigs, players, downers, Negative Neds, obsessers, and spineless lazy asses just to maybe find one who might not be a sleazeball and have it come oh so close but no cigar, or have it work out well for a while only to have it fail and consequently spend weeks crying heartbroken into her pillow every night. But why do we as women expect to find The One right away and have everything work out splendidly right away?  Is it Hollywood’s portrayal of sexy hunks?  Is it the romance novels we read?  Is it Jane Austen and her assortment of Mr. Darcyesque characters? While these undoubtedly contribute, they are not the true cause. Nope, not really.  They cannot shoulder most of the blame.  But fear not!  I know where we must point our fingers!

Walt Disney.

That’s right, ladies. Disney is the reason we have our future husbands placed on an impossibly high pedestal and a cheesy romantic daydream about how we’ll meet him.  Think about it, it’s the impressionable age when we watch the movies and what we romanticized at that impressionable age that carries through to our adulthood.

Here’s the breakdown.

Prince Charming from Snow White – dashing young man who sees her once and becomes enamored and spends months thinking about her and searching for her and doesn’t rest until he is able to sweep her into his arms and whisk her away to his white castle in the clouds. This makes women believe that love is easy and nothing needs to be done to sustain it. False.  The truth of the matter is, while a man might think about you and nothing else for months and want to whisk you away to his studio apartment, love is a two-way street.  You BOTH have to get through thick and thin TOGETHER. Just seeing each other once is not enough. And honey, if he’s that obsessed after one day, be careful, it’s not healthy, speaking from experience.

Prince Phillip from Sleeping Beauty – a handsome young rascal to say the least.  He and Aurora form a quasi-relationship at least, but again the one day syndrome.  His epic battle to rescue her is wonderful and sets the heart racing but let’s be honest, girls, we’re probably not going to need to be rescued from a fire-breathing dragon any time soon. Most of us lead normal lives where this would be superfluous, and yet we still find ourselves pining for it anyway.

Prince Charming from Cinderella – why, oh why, couldn’t Disney come up with a name for this poor man too? This classic Disney icon reinforces the instantaneous deal.  There was no working at this relationship.  Just one dance and then he’s going to scour the kingdom until he finds her. Yeah, no. After a while, if a girl walks out on a guy after one drink in the bar and he can’t seem to get in contact with her, he gives up. Watch He’s Just Not That Into You.

Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid – we’re getting better with this one. At least they spend three whole days together instead of one. But come on, he nearly misses her because of his obsession with finding her voice. He tells girls to let little episodes with other women slide, just because she has been just as obsessed with him from the beginning. Tsk, tsk. Player!

Beast from Beauty and the Beast – now this one I really didn’t have anything to say about since she’s the only reading princess (and we all know how I feel about books) until I learned the original fairytale was written to encourage Victorian Era women to look past their husband’s beastly qualities, bite their tongues, and let him to whatever he wants. Enough said. Fail.

Aladdin – not bad, not bad … until you realize he’s too perfect. He’s a flawed show-off  but sees the error in his ways when he almost loses her and then comes to her daring rescue and they live happily ever after. Problems like that can’t be resolved in an hour and a half.

I could go on, but now, being a hopeless romantic who eats all this stuff up even though she sees all the flaws and still wants to be a Disney Princess to hence automatically get a Disney Prince, I’m in the mood to watch a Disney movie. I’ll go plant the idea in my little sister’s head so I’ll feel like she came up with this plan, not me.

Creative Writing Goals

Rescue Me: By next post I’ll be done with all things Christmas and moving on to New Years.

Damn Brits: Goal remains the same. By next post, one more chapter typed.


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