Akimbo

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This probably goes without saying, but it was like wind-tunnel windy today. Hence the everything flying everywhere thing. At the moment I am completely worn out and just want to watch some random movie. Oh, and this one better be superior to 30 Days of Night, which was a crime against celluloid on SO many levels (man, I was actually so excited about that one...). First of all we had the whole "Josh Hartnett attempting to act" debacle, which was really quite sad/pathetic because you could basically see the steam coming out of his ears as he tried to be dramatic and heroic and all that jazz. So he is a horrible actor, but the script didn't help. I actually found a website dedicated to the myriad plot holes in this film, but my favorite would have to be the hilariously convoluted ending. It involved Hartnett injecting himself with vampire blood so he could become one of them vamps (for reasons I'm not entirely sure of), followed by about fifteen minutes of our boy hero fighting off them vamps, and finally, because Joshy is now a good vampire, we close with him clutching his (previously estranged, but soulmates once again) wife, as they sit on a snowy hilltop waiting for the first sunrise in thirty days. This is intended to be quite emotional because everybody knows that vampires turn to ash in the sun (except with Twilight, in which they just get all sparkly). SO. The actress playing the wife tries really hard to screw her features into something resembling a bereft expression as the sun rises and Good Vampire Josh meets his ashy fate. And scene. 

God, now I'm in the mood for a really beautiful film. At the moment Peter Weir is kinda calling my name, so I think I (and sleeping Joey) shall watch either Picnic at Hanging Rock or The Last Wave. Or Gallipoli. Those are some gorgeous and wistful and sad and lovely and lonely movies. 

Ok, stopping with all the film talk now. Actually, stopping with all the talk now. It's slowly drift off to sleep on the couch time, an activity I take very, very seriously. And with all that pan pipe in the Picnic at Hanging Rock score, this should be a thirty second process. Hope you're all having fun having your Saturday night fun having! Hahaa I crack myself up- there is a very specific type of person who finds that last sentence funny, and I think by "specific" I just mean "only me".

Shutting up now, really.