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I would have liked to see more history and less romance, of course, but the explosion scenes were very excellent. A bunch of veterans also went to the show I went to, and that was rather cool. They had matching jackets with the names of their divisions and stuff, and I talked to one of them for a little while after the movie--he said he liked it, but since he fought in the European Theatre, he wanted to see more of what was going on in Europe over 1941-2. Anyway, I suppose I'd recommend it. It kind of needs a big screen to be appreciated--I think that the video version will end up seeming kind of lame. I think it would be even more intense on an imax screen. I saw "The Pompatus of Love," too. |
I rented "Red Planet" and "Requiem for a Dream" last night. Liked 'em both. Red Planet was pretty cool, actually, but I thought there should have been more explanation of the terraforming project. I think they were trying to leave some room for a sequel. It reminded me a lot of that other recent movie about being stalked on the surface of a desolate planet - Pitch Black. Requiem was sad, sad, sad. Very disturbing. Very visually appealing, but I still liked PI better. |
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Whether it was the excitement of seeing it for free or not, it was sensational. Your ears might be a bit disappointed with the voice quality, but your eyes won't be...it's a visually beautiful feast. And it's really quirky fun, as you would expect from the Director of "Strictly Ballroom". |
I ended up going to see Pearl Harbor yesterday. Bad, bad, bad movie. Effects are good but they just didn't feel right, it seemed clinical for some reason. Too much "America, America, Rah Rah Rah!" for my tastes. I did like one bit tremendously, though. It's the scene where all the zeroes and torpedo bombers are flying over the island, low over civilian's heads, and the bomber in one of the planes is leaning out the window, yelling and waving his arm at some children, attempting to warn them to get down. That was a real nice touch. Too bad the rest of the movie couldn't have been like that. |
My favourite part was when all the Japanese pilots were lined up on the deck with the cups of sake. I know it was stereotypical and dumb, but...still. It was cute. Cat, how was Moulin Rouge? Not like the crappy ass theatre here will ever get it, but still...it sounds exciting. |
I have some hopes for evolution and a shred for A.I. I think I will go see A. I. and try and figure out what is Kubrick and what is Speilberg. Fuck Kubrick for dying, too. |
The plot sucks and the voice quality is quite poor, as you would expect given the two leads are actors first and singers last. But it's worth going to see just for the visual feast. It's like being inside a Faberge jewellery box. I'd recommend going stoned to get the full effect. |
What kind of dumbass statement is that....OF COURSE ..we treated them like shit, put them in camps and went to war with Japan. Anyone of asian decent was peered at here in the States. errrrffff Anyway,i want to see this rightaway too....the big screen effect is a must i think. A couple of expectations I have to minimize any suckage...A) it IS very nationalistic B)Its not to be seen as a historical source of info C)its a sappy romance, with some kick ass scenes of really cool planes, and could give you an idea of what it felt like to have 1800 odd planes attack US soil. |
Not that I know all that much about it, but I've heard it said that Pearl Harbour was the biggest cock-up in US history. Apart from when you didn't take the chance to eliminate grits from the face of the Earth after the Civil War. |
and grits is good. |
The movie portrays the command in Hawaii as fighting the BIG beaurocracy in Washington, making it appear they were left out to dry, as i understand it. Yet in reality, they did get warning the planes were on the way, but we unsure it was in error...and by the time they confirmed, it was too late. General slackness. if indeed it was a "big cock-up" im pretty sure it won't happen again as Japan got a couple of atomic kisses subsequently. |
I don't get your reasoning? Next time you think the Japanese will be too scared to be nasty? If anything, it's more likely to happen again precisely because of the "atomic kisses". The Japanese have long memories. |
Im not saying they would be scared, but im confident there won't ever be a tradional attack (i.e. with troops and tanks etc) on American soil...simply because the only attack on US soil led to the only use of the atomic bomb. One attack, 2 bombs. Do the math. Also, we are one of the few, if not only country that protects its armed citizens. well, wait....YES, i am saying they would be scared. |
Anybody who can whip up a Sony walkbloke like mine, shouldn't have too much trouble with the odd atomic bomb or 50. If you dropped 50 big boy bombs on the US, there wouldn't be too much to be scared of any more. |
who's going to fuck with us? ya nixon! |
I don't deny any terroist threats towards the US currently exist. But no one with nuclear capabilites is angling to nuke the US and its money. Hong Kong businesses are already complaining that by not allowing US Navy ships to dock...causes a loss of revenue. Nuking the US is in no ones interest. |
ya mao! |
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i should have watched kings of comedy instead. |
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I saw Chuck and Buck the other day too. |
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i just had an idea for grits benedict. pan-fried grits, andouille sliced thin and fried, poached eggs and hollandaise sauce. yeah, i'd eat that. |
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Mum bought me back twisties from Brisbane. Chicken ones and cheese ones. mmmmmmmm. |
treated roughly during WWII, I heard that some of them have a lawsuit of some sorts because "Pearl Harbor" has brought back bad memories or some crap like that. You hear anything like that? Cat - I'd say more than a cock-up on America's part, I'd say that it was a brilliant, (if not demented and wrong) attack on Japan's part. Even though the pilots were brainwashed from an early age, I still think they were pretty awesome to do something like that - sacrifice themselves for what they believed to be right. I can't say the same for the leaders at the time... |
i've had grits cookies. horrible. other than that, i think i'll have me some fried eggs, bacon, and grits with red-eye gravy (drippings, black coffee, and a splash of bourbon). |
first amendment, and all. you didn't see the germans protesting schindler's list. or maybe you did. |
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Cat, why the fuck would you put syrup on grits? No wonder. There are essentially two schools of grit eating, the northern and the southern. The southern tends to be straight up with a butter, salt and pepper. The northern is with butter, a little cream and sugar. I always choose the latter, but either will do. And of course baked cheese grits. Fuck its 8:20am and im hungry. This apple won't do. grits are *hominy grits, kernels of corn that have been soaked in a caustic solution (as of lye) and then washed to remove the hulls* Im not sure how anyone could not like them. Its like saying, I don't like bread. I tend to think people just say they hate them just to you know....well...YOU KNOW. Scrapple, thats something to hate and be disgusted with. |
i've never had it, but it sounds good. droopy: i suppose it is different when you're non-white. that doesn't negate the fact that the Japanese bombed the fuck out of Pearl Harbor. |
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i bet if they made a movie of the rape of nanking they wouldn't have to protest. i don't think i've ever had scrapple. |
I find it most unusual that someone would voluntarily ingest something soaked in caustic lye. Not only are they an unattractive food source,they taste,well,like you are eating a toxic carcinogen. |
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ive never injested scrapple, but the waiter's description of it at a DC IHOP was enough to steer me clear. |
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i know what you're saying, droopy. i'm just touchy when it comes to free speech. even though i'm rational enough to know better when i believe in it. asians in the US are asians first, americans second. they can't get around that, and it must suck hard. if anything escalates with china, i wouldn't be suprised to see us round up the chinese-americans. |
SOMETIMES WE FUCK THE RICE. |
I'll eat it, though. It just rates okay. I'll opt out of eating Vietnamese food. I don't like the spices involved. I I I me me me |
i sho nuff do love that free speech; but free speech - especially when it means making entertainment out of history - means there's got to be a propaganda/counter-propaganda battle of some sort. the price of freedom. i looked back on one of my posts and saw that i used the word "deniers." when i was a kid, there was some poem that i read all the time that had the line "our dark deniers" in it. i always pronounced it "dark deneers." it's going to drive me crazy that i'll never be able to remember what that poem was. i'm having chili dawgs tonight. |
by: Dylan Thomas I I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, freeze the soils; There in their heat the winter floods Of frozen loves they fetch their girls, And drown the cargoed apples in their tides. These boys of light are curdlers in their folly, Sour the boiling honey; The jacks of frost they finger in the hives; There in the sun the frigid threads Of doubt and dark they feed their nerves; the signal moon is zero in their voids. I see the summer children in their mothers Split up the brawned womb’s weathers, Divide the night and day with fairy thumbs; There in the deep with quartered shades Of sun and moon they paint their dams As sunlight paints the shelling of their heads. I see that from these boys shall men of nothing Stature by seedy shifting, Or lame the air with leaping from its heats; There from their hearts the dogdayed pulse Of love and light bursts in their throats. O see the pulse of summer in the ice. II But seasons must be challenged or they totter Into a chiming quarter Where, punctual as death, we ring the stars; There in his night, the black-tongued bells The sleepy man of winter pulls, Nor blows back moon-and midnight as she blows. We are the dark deniers, let us summon Death from a summer woman, A muscling life from lovers in their cramp, From the fair dead who flush the sea The bright-eyed worm on Davy’s lamp, And from the planted womb the man of straw. We summer boys in this four-winded spinning, Green of the seaweeds’ iron, Hold up the noisy sea and drop her birds, Pick the world’s ball of wave and froth To choke the deserts with her tides, And comb the country gardens for a wreath. In spring we cross our foreheads with the holly, Heigh ho the blood and berry, And nail the merry squires to the trees; Here love’s damp muscle dries and dies, Here break a kiss in no love’s quarry. O see the poles of promise in the boys. III I see you boys of summer in your ruin. Man in his maggot’s barren. And boys are full and foreign in the pouch. I am the man your father was. We are the sons of flint and pitch. O see the poles are kissing as they cross. |
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bane of my life this week |
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otherwise some of the dialog sucked and i hated having to watch that woman have her lovers die twice. it makes me sad as i think of the struggle of two lovers having to say goodbye like that, knowing you may never see that person again. going off to world war 2 in others like it.....the task of saying goodbye like that is daunting. |