I'm back, baby!

So I finally got off my lazy duff and finished the columns for Film Threat I'd been sitting on, so D.o.S. #14 is available here now.

Also, in an effort to make our lives less chaotic and allow me more time to plan The Big Day, the Boy and I have decided to make movie night every other week as every week was really starting to grind us down. That means that screenings in September are on Tuesday Sept. 7th and Tuesday Sept. 21. There is a partial schedule up on the left now with the rest to follow shortly.

Other events I'm looking forward to include covering the first Vancouver International Hip Hop Film Festival Sept 1 - 5, The Vancouver International Film Festival Sept 23 - Oct 8 and Cinemuerte VI Oct 27 - 31.

"Whoever Wins, We Lose"

Boy do we ever. Being that we're trying to scale down movie night and make it a little more compatible with the rest of our lives we opted to make this week a field trip (read: I didn't have to vacuum) and since it was the boy's month he picked the movie: "Alien v. Predator". Why is yet to be determined, but I supposed he still held some hope that it would at least be fun despite having spent the better part of a year complaining about how much it was going to suck. Luckily neither one of us had to pay for it since he had his coupon from the "Predator Special Edition" DVD he'd just bought and I snagged the coupon from our copy at work. I did not go in expecting to hate the movie, but I didn't expect it to be very good. The best I could hope for was fun, which is what a surprising number of critics had said. These critics had better get their heads out of their asses quick because they might suffocate. It was easily one of the most tired, boring, unsuspenseful "action-horror" movies I had ever sat through. The complete lack of gore also didn't help, since that was pretty much the only thing that may have made it passably enjoyable. But no, no joy, no gore, no fun. Yes, part of the reason it sucked so hard was because it had the gaul to piss all over one of the best horror movies of all time and two of the better action movies of all time. It says a lot that the scariest moment belonged to a penguin. Luckily there was no techno (a hallmark of the films of Paul W. S. Anderson) but at least that would have helped make the (BAD) attempts at camp make sense. Nothing made sense, we never got to know the characters except for Lance Hendrickson (who could read the phone book and I'd watch) everyone was so stupid you just waited for them to get hacked to bits in a really grizzly fashion, but the filmmakers buggered that too since you never saw anything. The whole thing was just too fucking stupid. The dialogue was redundant, the characters braindead, the deliberate use of actors with accents annoying (this isn't Classic Trek for fuck's sake), arrggh! The rest of our group had managed to sneak in a couple of mickeys of SoCo, but I sadly had to stay sober (against my better judgment) as a result of my ongoing stomach difficulties. This did not stop me from being a giggly annoying fuck the entire movie. Afterwards I offered to hold down the boy so that our poor friends who had paid good money to witness this piece of shit could each get a shot in but most of them declined, taking responsibility for their own bad judgment. A bitch session was held in the round on Granville street directly outside the theatre where possible solutions for the general crapiness were bandied about. Our conclusions? The following, alone or in combination may have helped:
1. One or more pro Wrestlers, new skool or old skool.
2. Ice Cube
3. A character we could give a crap about.
4. The Thing (John Carpenter's)
5. Alien penguins
6. Keith David
7. Tits, or at least a Predator/Sanaa Lathan make-out scene...

Got Some Spare Time Between Now and October?

For some reason I've been sent a link for Vancouver International Film Festival Volunteer Forms, so if you've got some free time and like movies then this is a great opportunity. I on the other hand will hopefully get a press pass so can just kiss my lazy butt.

Interesting considering I had no idea what I was doing...

Which random shout by the guy from Teen Girl Squad are you?