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Oye, today seemed like the absolute definition of a lazy day. I woke up at noon, took about three naps, and didn't get a single thing done in between. I was going to go take a walk on the beach, but, once I stepped outside the building, I decided to shorten it to a walk around the block. (Truth be told, I stopped at the ATM, hoping that my money had gone through prematurely, so that I could get lunch too... obviously, it didn't, so, I was depressed and didn't want to walk anymore.)



I read through a good chunk of Quentin Tarantino's "Death Proof" -- and though it's written well enough, it's tough for me to say that I'm not a little disappointed in it. It seems to me like the dude is sucking his own cock a little bit this time around. "Pulp Fiction" blew a lot of minds because it broke a lot of rules and conventions set in film school text books... Such as: "every scene needs to move the plot along in some way" -- Tarantino has Travolta and Jackson sitting in a car, talking about fast food items in Europe, with no point at all. And it works beautifully. In "Death Proof", Big T seems to just be shoving it down our throats. We start off on a group of sex-nuts young woman, going out for a night on the town. They go on for pages and pages about dudes they fucked, dudes they almost fucked, and dudes they want to fuck. They go to a bar, and continue to talk about sex... it's now about forty pages in before the ominous "Stuntman Mike" walks in... and more of the same starts to happen. THEN, something erupts, and it starts to make sense why this will be shown under the title of "Grindhouse" -- TONS of great death and destruction, in a totally fucked up, pulp-ish manner.



...And then we meet a new group of characters, and they start talking about the same fucking thing. For pages, and pages, and pages. After a mega destruction sequence like that one, to slow down right back to the already ridiculous shit we were just seeing was a dumb move, that I didn't appreciate... and I've found myself skipping pages out of boredom. I'm still not finished it with it yet, and I'm going to wait until I see the finished cut of the film to pass judgment, but, so far, I'm not impressed.



Sorry Quentin, I know bullshit when I see it.



I have higher hopes for Rodriguez's "Planet Terror"... hopefully that one won't let me down as much.



So yeah, rent's due tomorrow... We'll see what happens when my landlord finds out that OH YEAH! I CAN'T PAY 'EM! Hopefully my explanation, and promise that they'll get their money on Tuesday will be enough, and I'll get away with a mean look, and a warning to never let it happen again... I mean, I can't imagine what else they're going to do to me, but, we'll find out, I guess.



I have passes to "Disturbia" on Monday night... I don't really want to see it, because it's totally just a "Rear Window" rip-off, but, who knows, I might enjoy it anyway. We'll see it it's worth missing Twenty-Four over.



Two days until I get that cheeseburger.

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