I don’t know how long this blog is going to be today because… I’m really tired.
Blah, blah, blah.
I hope the third panel didn’t scare you too badly. If it did, just remember Daddy is only making funny faces!
I have to admit I totally forgot that The Hulk was coming out this weekend. I guess I just haven’t been paying attention to the advertisements that have been bombarding me since March.
“MADISON AVENUE, SMASH!”
All things the same, I’m excited to see the flick. But if I hear one more person complain that the CG Hulk looks fake, I’m going to scream. Odds are, these people aren’t reading the comic books and saying out loud “No way that could ever happen!” It’s fantasy, you MORONS!
Still, I can see where they are coming from. After all, the success or failure of this movie hinges on whether or not you think the 15 foot tall green man on screen is realistically interacting with his environments. Even if the dude blinks funny, it’s gonna yank you right out of the picture.
Personally, I’m already on board just to see the character do all the things in the comic book Lou Ferrigno could never do on the TV show.
Leap 3 miles – “Gotcha covered.” Snag a missle out of mid-flight – “Sure, we’ve got that.” Clap the hands and cause a sonic boom – “What, like I did last Tuesday?”
I also have strong faith that director Ang Lee will find a human element that will really draw us into this world and CARE about the characters. He has skill and I trust in his vision.
Anyway, that’s it for me. More later if I can think of something.
IF YOU DON’T HAVE HBO, YOU WON’T CARE
February 23rd, 2004 | by Tom(9 votes, average: 5.56 out of 10)
Our beagle Truman celebrated his 2nd birthday yesterday. To commemorate the event, I drew a little portrait of him you can sneak a peek of by voting for Theater Hopper at BuzzComix.
I didn’t get around to seeing any movies this weekend, but I’m not feeling too bad about it. I’m sure Cami and I will make another run through the theaters to catch up with all of the Oscar nominated films they’ll be handing out awards to on next Sunday.
This weekend was all about Sex in the City at my house. I know it’s a television show and not a movie, but once your cultural radar has been saturated with one kind of news story, it’s hard to make room for anything else. I can’t tell you how many articles I’ve come across hailing Sex in the City as the show that changed the television landscape. Cut me some slack. They’ll make a make a movie of it eventually.
I think it’s inherently difficult for those of the XY chromosome persuasion to fully grasp the importance of the show for the fairer sex. Just chalk it up on the list of other things we don’t understand about women.
For example, Cami and I gathered with a bunch of friends tonight to watch the finale. Right now, Cami is in bed watching a rerun of the show that was just on a few hours ago. I guess I have no room to be harsh. I’ll watch the same Simpsons episode on an infinite loop – even the unfunny ones.
I have to admit, as far as final episodes go, it was very fulfilling. Much higher on my list than, say, Seinfield. I’m sure it will be more emotional resonant than the maple syrup fest that will be the Friends finale in a couple of weeks.
Anyway, that’s all I have for now. Sorry I don’t have more movie news. But when you’re staring down the barrel of a weekend where Ray Romano and Lindsay Lohan are your only two options for new cinema experiences, you’d turn to television, too.