Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
I was watching 10 today and suddenly I had a thought…
The movie is thirty-two years old now (!), so I trust I’m not giving anything away to anybody when I point out that in the end, the hero realizes the object of his lascivious fantasies is a shallow bitch with little to no redeeming value as a human being. So he goes back to his slightly frumpier lady-love, confesses how much of a horse’s ass he’s been, and enjoys true love…kind of a “bird in the hand is worth two in the bush” sort of thing.
A few years later, John Cusack did the same thing in a movie called The Sure Thing, eventually getting it through his thick skull that Daphne Zuniga was the one for him.
My observation is that when the primary promotional artwork for the movie has something to do with the pelvic area of a young lady in a bathing suit, this is a constant. Hijinks shall ensue as the protagonist feeds his own fantasies, usually egged on by his overweight goofy sidekick, and sees his entire world shrink around some feminine object of imagined carnal bliss. In the final ten minutes he finally is alone with the object of his pursuit, and is like the dog catching the car. Just as the doofus dad figures out 1) he’s a liar, 2) nobody can count on him, 3) he’s missing out on being a father and 4) he’s lower than whale dirt, the doofus philanderer comes to a similar epiphany. Everyone hates him, and should. He’s scum. His frumpy girlfriend is the real goddess, and this naked Aphrodite in front of him is just a waste of time.
Just watched Frat Party and Sex Drive. Now, those are on the low end…but it’s still embarrassing how stilted and tropish the story lines are. Makes me unhappy to have sunk 90 minutes into it, even if it isn’t exactly my prime viewing time.
It’s funny, isn’t it. The women don’t spend a movie lusting after some stud, and then finding out at the end that it was the wrong dream…and their kids are never having emotional breakdowns because momma didn’t make it to the piano concert. It’s always the dudes. I’m still not sure what this means, but I am sure there are some people making bank for being creative who aren’t all that creative. And, in an indirect way, I’m paying ’em.
They’re just hocking the same wares over, and over, and over again. Like thirty-two year old hot dogs or donuts.
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Not to get all meta or anything (and I’m largely pulling this out of my ass), but…
don’t movies like this continue to exist because they speak, in their own moronic way, to a truth? Real relationships are about appreciating what you’ve got, and learning to make due. Happiness is an ongoing process, not an end state.
I actually wish there were movies of this type aimed at the ladies. God knows what they’d look like, but they might prevent a bit of heartache down the road. I think that part of the reason the divorce rate is so high is that young women are socialized to see the mere fact of having a wedding as some kind of victory. If you walk down the aisle before your girlfriends, you’ve won, and who cares about the long, tedious business of building a life together? Guys are much more realistic; we don’t see much difference between Day 194 of our life as boyfriend and girlfriend and Day 1 of our new life as husband and wife.
That’s a lot of meaning to put on Sex Drive, I admit…. but still.
- Severian | 01/17/2011 @ 09:35