Been a somewhat relaxing weekend, taking a break from most things computer and interwebby, and though I probably could have blogged about four times, I thought I'd leave it til today... watched a ton of movies this weekend, both at the theater, on television, on DVR and on DVD/Blu-Ray, so I'll do my best to shoot through that soon enough.
What else have we got to talk about? Well, for starters, there's the remaining 40 Coolest Things of 2010, and now that it's almost August, meaning the year is about 60% over, I'm running a bit late on that. I blame Idol. Typically, the goal is to have all 100 listed in January, but with American Idol coverage, that's 2 to 3 posts per week, and its just exhausting. And if I miss one single Idol update, I automatically hear from Brad Latta, the Clouds in My Coffee Ombudsman, with great vengeance and furious anger.
And there is not only one Disney trip to deal with, from February, there is a Disneyland trip! And a billion people... okay, maybe not a billion, maybe more like six. Or eight... have asked me "which do you like better, World or Land?" and its a question that definitely deserves an answer.
Of course, Amy Winehouse died. Is it sad that... well, I don't really care that much. I guess I should--perhaps apathy is more dangerous than a hatred, but I'm just being honest. Wasn't a fan of her music, really, and its to no one's surprise that Amy was found dead. At 27. Though, and please excuse me if I cross the "too soon" line, but I'm not sure she deserves to be added to the infamous 27 Club, along side Hendrix, Joplin, Cobain, Morrison and Rolling Stones co-founder Brian Jones. We still remember those names decades later... in fifteen years, I doubt anyone will remember Winehouse with the same kind of reverence... perhaps she'll be listed alongside those other other names that died at 27, like Fat Pat the rapper and Kristen Pfaff from Hole.
Not to diminish Amy Winehouse's death... its a tragic thing. And I'm... well, I could say fearful, but that's not the right word... maybe more of "concerned" or "curious" that someone like Lindsay Lohan is headed down the same path.
By the way, Brian Jones died in 1969 of drowning in a swimming pool. His coroner's report literally stated, "cause of death by misadventure". I have no idea if drugs were involved for sure, though the report went on to say that his liver and heart were enlarged by drug and alcohol abuse. But take the drugs and booze part out, how great would it be to live a full life, then die at 82 with your coroner's report saying, "Death by misadventure"? Awesome.
Three potentially awesome ways to die by misadventure... (1) Not securing your lap bar on a coaster, one that flies off the track when coming down the steepest hill... (2) Texting and driving around Talladega Motor Speedway at 188 miles per hour... (3) Simply participating in The Running of the Bulls.
Didn't say any of them were smart. Just misadventurous.
And as the fall goes on, I guess there will be more and more mentions of Campbell's or Lorelei's impending arrival. The Lovely Steph Leann is just over 20 weeks, and that constant state of nausea has gone away just to be replaced with a constant state of heartburn. I feel bad for her, as I sit and watch "A Fistful of Dollars" on The Movie Channel (like I'm doing now).
Randomly, we sometimes look at each other and I'll say, "Holy crap. There's going to be a person who calls you mommy and me daddy. Dear God, how frightening is that?" and she hangs her head in acknowledgement and shame. I mean, I can barely be responsible for my own self, much less some runt that is depending on me for food and shelter and clothes. But man, the tax breaks! When I suggested holding that kid in until January 1st, so I'd be able to get through the holidays without missing work, she said, "No way! We need it for the tax write off for 2011!" That's her, always thinking.
Speaking of "A Fistful of Dollars", its been on my DVR for something like, six months. Its part of the "Dollars Trilogy" from the 60s, which also contains "For A Few Dollars More" and "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly", all starring Clint Eastwood, and all considered the most popular of the "Spaghetti Westerns"--essentially, westerns made by Italians back in the day, known for their music and style and such... check out the Wiki page on it if you want more.
Anyway, the movie isn't bad. Don't misunderstand me--its not for everyone... if you don't like westerns, and certainly if you don't like Clint, you won't like this at all.
That being said, Clint Eastwood is as cool as a cucumber, with his poncho and his low hat and his cheap rolled cigar in his mouth, as he plays "The Stranger", or "The Man With No Name"--he is actually called "Joe" late in the film, in a pay-attention-or-you-will-miss-it moment. The Stranger rides into San Miguel, this little Mexican border town, and ends up in the middle of a gang war over ownership of the town. Because he's apparently a capitalist, he actually ends up playing both sides against each other, taking money from each for various reasons and tasks. Of course, the good guy in The Stranger ends up taking over for the greedy guy in The Stranger, and a pretty intense duel happens between he and the bad guys.
What sets this movie apart from most of those 60s westerns is the music, which is full of flutes and violins and catchy riffs, the style, which is everything from the color to the scenery to the script, and the story itself... the bad guys are only bad because they don't like each other, while the good guy isn't all that great...
This isn't a film I'll watch over and over, or maybe not even again, and I don't know that I would consider this in my Top 500 films of all time--and yes, that list does exist--but I'm glad I watched it. Its enough to make me check out the next two in the trilogy.
Boy, that post went everywhere, didn't it?
The Summer of Blogging Day Forty Four